[Jon wakes up while wearing a baseball girly shirt on]
TB:
P.J. McTouchdown's! Touchdown, everybody!
Jon:
[sees his favorite team shirt on] Whoa. When'd this happen?
TB:
Seriously? Well, I guess I'm not surprised. Outside of a few coerced interrogations, I've never seen a human being drink so much.
The Glaze:
Let's see if this triggers anything. The night began as a public-impulse therapy session at the local watering hole. Remember?
[Jon's flashback intensifies]
Jon:
WHOO! SHOTS! Hey, man. Let's get some more shots. WHOO! SHOTS!
[Jon's memory ends]
Jon:
I don't remember any of this. Did me and Eun Mi hook up?
The Glaze:
No, but there were plenty of tits.
Jon:
Whose tits?
TB:
You don't remember the tits?
Jon:
No. What are you talk-- What?
[Jon's flashback intensifies]
Jon:
Oh, "Ladies done gone nuts" crew in the house!
The Glaze:
Jon, remember this is still a session.
Jon:
Hmm?
The Glaze:
Impulse therapy.
Eun Mi:
Oh! Oh, if you do it, I will do it.
The Glaze:
COME ON, JON! BE IMPULSIVE!
Jon:
[to the crew] Hey! Hey! Over here! Over here! Check this out!
[Jon removes his ski mask in front of the camera after putting it back on]
[Jon's memory ends]
Jon:
I flashed my face?!
The Glaze:
Yes.
TB:
What happened?
The Glaze:
Frankly, I think it was positive. Think about when you pass gas, Jon. That's your body releasing pressure. Well, flashing your face is like opening a psychological exhaust valve.
TB:
This is not a psychological fart. This is a major security fart.
Jon:
Hey, everybody, stop calling my face a fart.
