Roxanne can't even answer him. She's all, "Okay!" And then they all collapse in laughter again, which would be completely funny except it's this trio, with their weird swinger vibe, so it's only mostly funny. And he makes it worse: "I can't understand you with the giggling that's going on." Which is where they don't have plausible deniability, because admit it: if you were on the other end of this conversation, wouldn't you assume they were all naked and giggling like idiots? Since that's all they usually do anyway. Michael begs and begs them to -- not answer his question, really, since he's not actually asking any questions, but respond in some way, which just makes them laugh harder. Sean interviews that Michael is "such a wanker!" "All you've gotta do is pick up some paint!" I know myself well enough to know that I would have totally been Andrea in this situation: just grab him by the crotch and be like, "Look, motherfucker, you are killing me. Nobody cares, not us, not the executives, not the kids, nobody. Pick a color or I will stab you in the eye." Which I wish somebody had done, say, twelve hours ago when this fucking conversation started. The band dorks all laugh in their little van about how weird he is, and Allie is fully face-down in Sean's lap by this point. That proto-sexual lameness aside, Sean's kind of awesome this episode. Still cheesy and too caught up in his own nerdy bullshit, but he's at least right and not just selling whatever he thinks the herd thinks without realizing they aren't his own thoughts. I mean, in all honesty the best possible reaction would be to stop giggling and just pick a color at random -- preferably backing it up with utter lies and bullshit about how blues and greens are soothing so they should avoid the reds and oranges because it will make the kids more excitable and behave less optimally, and call it a day, because that will make him think they discussed it, which is all he thinks he wants. However, they're punchy and haven't slept in seven weeks or whatever, and laughing hysterically at him is a pretty doable Plan B.
It's fucking midnight. Synergy has all returned to their rec room, with the exception of Leslie and Tammy, who may or may not be on this show at all. I can't even remember what team Leslie is on! ["I didn't know this season had a Tammy, I don't think, so you're ahead of me, at least. This is what happens when you have a Brent black-holing all the available screen-time light for four episodes." -- Sars] Bill comes in and Michael shakes his hand, because that's all he knows, and then starts talking about how they'll be "working all night," like that's a fucking good thing. As any good manager will tell you, "I worked all night on this" is less a sign of your devotion and more a sign of your inability to perform your tasks in the time allotted, which is why you gotta use that shit like nitroglycerine if you're going to use it at all. Rule ONE. And you better be damn sure you've got the extenuating circumstances to back it up if you do. Bill's like, "So...what the fuck have you been up to, then?" Michael's like, "Oh, well, we were at Ace Hardware!" Bill points out how they met the execs at 11 AM, and now it's midnight, and Michael "explains" that this is because they were "trying to figure out" what they needed to purchase. Allie and Andrea watch uncomfortably as Michael farts around and tries to sell this concept. Bill's like, "So you're going to...paint the room? And it took you nine hours to figure this out?" He turns to Andrea, knowing she'll talk shit: "How's he doing as a PM? You're undefeated." Andrea then puts on a little play called I Really Hate It When You Ask Me If I Like Your Haircut Because I Don't Wanna Be In That Position If I Don't Like It And Especially In This Case When It Looks Like Shit Because I'm Such A Nice Person That It Makes Me Want To Commit Anxiety-Related Suicide When The Rainbow Is Enuf, and mumbles that Michael is "uh, not that, um, he's fine, we really need to start working and we're going to paint," and Bill's like, "Don't non-answer a non-answerer, we know our own," and Andrea interviews about how she was trying to "convey telepathically to Bill" that "for the love of God, please don't make me say what a nightmare he is in front of him." Say what you want, I think I'll always pretty much love Andrea no matter how much of an asshole she is. Sympathy for the Devil and all that.