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Instead of just following “my place, my rules,” Brian the Brain decides he's going to win her over by inviting her to a strip club.  Awesome. Just when you think he can't get any denser, the Brain surmises bonding over naked women is the way into her good graces.

Jackie and Erika Jolie are tooling around L.A. in a town car, having just had dinner together. They get the call from Brain to join him, Rebecca, Zen, and Andre at the club. Zen and Andre look more than a little disturbed as they watch the pole dancers, legs akimbo, in front of them, but Brian and Rebecca are whooping it up. Jackie and Erika come in, say their obligatory hellos, and quickly leave.

Back in the car, Mimi calls, and Jackie carefully explains where they just were, making sure to mention how they left right away. You can tell Jackie's used to pre-emptive defusion. Mimi doesn't hear anything but the words “strip club” and tersely says, “Well, I'm glad you're having a good time. I gotta go, because I'm eating dinner.” Click. Jackie instantly looks at Erika with an expression of sheer dread. Oddly, Mimi doesn't seem to care Jackie was out to dinner alone with Erika Jolie, which hmm, I think is the more suspicious event of the evening.

For someone so strong and no-nonsense in business, Jackie walks a mile of egg-shells in the face of Mimi's tantrums. And speaking of Jackie's walk, although she favors rapier-pointed, Manolo-looking femme shoes, she still has the distinct saunter of a true dyke, (which is not to be confused with the awkward gait of straight women in the same shoes, whose feet are merely killing them.)

To square the strip club incident, Mimi decides the punishment is a bite on the shoulder, in an upscale restaurant, no less. Yes, I'll have the shrimp, and my girlfriend will just tear chucks of flesh from my arm. Mimi's face holds a deathly smile as she moves in to exact her revenge. She's seriously creepy.

Mimi is quite a find. Young, hard-bodied, and slightly unhinged, Mimi just might be a psychotic break waiting to happen. She likes to bite Jackie when she's mad. She also bites when she's happy, because nothing says “I love you” like a painful, passive-aggressive dental impression.

After dinner, in the car, she's still biting. Jackie's had enough and suddenly smacks Mimi in the head. Domestic violence is never funny, but their relationship is so twisted, I have to admit, I laughed a little. There, I said it.

At work the next morning, Brian's says, “I don't want to do anything to jeopardize my job. I definitely want to learn from you and you're definitely on top of your game.” Good job, Brian, that just might make up for your whacked idea of strip club bonding. But then he says, “And maybe there's things you can learn from me.” Oh my God, this guy's ego just can't keep his foot out of his mouth.

That evening, during the weekly meeting, Jackie announces, “It's been a real tough week. I interviewed three people, and I have someone I'd like you to meet.” In walks Jesse. Brian looks freaked.

“I was going to make a change, but I decided not to, to give someone a second chance.” Jackie walks over to where Someone is sitting and leans against him, putting her arm around him.

Of course, the only thing attention-whore Rebecca wants to know is Jesse's sexual orientation. He's gay. Why does she bother asking? As if his being gay is going to stop someone who admits to flirting with grandmas.

The Peeler is feeling the pressure, “I just hope this guy isn't going to be trouble. There's something about him that irks me. I trust him as far as I can throw an 18-wheeler, and that ain't far.”

Will Jesse become Jackie's new favorite and leave Brian out in the cold? How many more clients will Rebecca spank? Will Erika deck the next person who says, “Has anyone ever told you, you look just like Angelina Jolie?” Will Mimi get a muzzle or will Jackie need a rabies shot? To find out, we'll have to wait until Tuesday, 9:00pm, when Work Out moves to its regular time slot.