Episode Report Card M. Giant: D+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT I Got the Digits
By M. Giant | Season 4 | Episode 18 | Aired on 04.17.2005
ImhoTerror's riding in the back of his van when his cell phone rings. It's NotEricMurphy, in something of a panic because he's realized that he just paid the pump with the wrong credit card. ImhoTerror's so mad he almost changes expression. "When that transaction gets flagged, they'll be searching the highways," he bitches. NotEricMurphy says that's why he's not on the highway, which makes me wonder how he covered the eleven miles from Torrance to Inglewood so quickly. He's on his way to meet someone named Prado. ImhoTerror says that since NotEricMurphy is closer to the marina, he should just meet Prado there, and "Prado will help you get out of the country." NotEricMurphy profusely thanks ImhoTerror and hangs up. I think NotEricMurphy is kind of a lightweight -- all of ImhoTerror's other guys kill themselves when something like this happens. He must be ImhoTerror's favorite or something.
The Veep and his posse are walking through the White House's one hallway as Poor Man's Hume Cronyn suggests, sotto voce, that maybe cowering in the White House bunker immediately after taking the oath of office might send the wrong message. As opposed to cowering in the Oval Office where everybody can see him. The Veep insists that "It is always wiser to take the prudent course." I'm kind of sad that we never got to see the debate between this loser and Palmer's Vice President. Who, as you'll recall, was played by Alan Dale. Can you imagine this weenie up against Caleb Nichol? They step into a big elevator with a couple of other guys, including a hulking Air Force officer with the new Football. After an awkwardly silent fifteen-second ride, they're in the Bunker. It's 12:09:06. Congrats to the Veep for spending almost the entire first ten minutes of his presidency above ground. And I must say, they've really fancied up the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue since the last time I saw it. It's now a cavernous, bustling room, and for some reason it's really orange. PHMC assures the Veep that he'll be able to function at a hundred percent from here (well, a hundred percent for the Veep), in total protection, two hundred feet below the surface. At least until ImhoTerror sends one of his guys to stick a cork in the airshaft opening above ground. There's a really nice outer lobby adjoining the underground equivalent of the Oval Office (the Undal Office, we'll be calling it), and the Veep wanders over to stare through the glass doors etched with the Presidential Seal. PHMC interrupts his reverie with the news that Buchanan is on the phone. The Veep and PHMC decide to take the call in the lobby. You think the Veep is still uncomfortable with his new position?