Don’t you just love a good water cooler moment? That feeling you get knowing that what you just saw on television is what people will be arguing and discussing at work all day long? Well, that’s how I felt watching last night’s Apprentice finale, which featured not necessarily a surprise twist, but a surprise something that I won’t really divulge now in this opening paragraph, lest some casual TVgasm viewers still haven’t heard or seen what happened. Nevertheless, the dependably bloated two-hour episode ended with the sort of “Whaaa?” moment that surely will have reality fans buzzing for quite some time. Or at least a day.The show opened up with the RAH RAH RAH pomp of watching Trump, Carolyn, and George exit Trump Towers. As they filed into a limo in front of thousands (or about twenty) of adoring fans, we knew tonight was going to be exciting. And in case we didn’t know, Trump was there to fill in the blanks. “It’s going to be an exciting night. I look forward to this one,” he said. As do we, Donald! He then chatted with George and Carolyn, or Georgolyn, until finally their driver Noël dropped them off at Lincoln Center. “Come on folks, let’s go!” Trump said, and with that, the power trio headed into Alice Tully Hall where an adoring crowd and the typically cheesy live band all served as fuel for Trump’s proud fire. The big man waved to the audience as if he were Caesar returning to Rome (assuming that Caesar had a comb-over) and then took the stage where none other than Robin was waiting for him. “Beautiful Robin!” Trump bellowed out before literally tossing his coat to her. “You’re welcome, Mr. Trump!” she chirped after he thanked her, and with that she disappeared with the garment, never to be seen again. You just know she practiced that coat-catch for weeks ahead of time. Imagine the horror had she dropped it? I’m sure Rhona would have been right there to steal her job.
Before we returned to the sagas of Randal and Rebecca, Trump then polled the audience. “Who prefers Randal?” he asked. We then saw cheering people holding American Idol-ish signs, and hey, there’s Randal’s wife Zathura! I mean, Zahara! Trump then asked who liked Rebecca, and again the crowd cheered. It was 50/50. Who would win?!?!
“Believe it or not, I haven’t made up my mind yet; so turn off the lights. Let’s get going,” Trump said, surely paraphrasing a line he once used on Melania. Grrrrowl!
We then returned to the action from last week as Rebecca’s team struggled to overcome the sudden cancelation of one Joe Piscopo, a.k.a. Joey Benefit (a.k.a. Joey First-Gig-He’s-Had-In-12-Years-And-He’s-Backed-Out). With no emcee, what would she do?
“Let’s get someone bigger than Joe Piscopo!” Rebecca suggested. Excellent idea. Let’s aim high: I’m thinking Bob Uecker and/or that pigeon lady who hangs around Gray’s Papaya. Actually, Rebecca had her team call various improv troops and comedy clubs to find a last second emcee. Pssh. What are the chances THAT will work? A starving, up-and-coming comic wanting national exposure on a primetime network show? Whatever, Rebs.
As for Randal, he had his own problems to deal with. Celestial, meteorological problems specifically. Yes, it was raining in New York (we even got to see a lightning bolt for added effect), and this was bad news for the Rand Man considering his event was an outdoors charity softball game. “There should have been a contingency plan in place, and it completely eluded me,” Randal explained. Exactly how did it elude you when the Outback guy warned you about rain in the last episode? Nevertheless, if there was one person more bummed about the inclement weather, it was Alison from the Autism Speaks charity. She and Randal spoke on the phone, and good God, these two were quite the pair of downers. This was the saddest rainy day EVER!
Luckily, Randal wasn’t above a little of the good-times optimism. “This isn’t rain. This is drizzle!” he insisted as we then cut to water flooding the streets of New York City. It’s just a flesh wound! (A rare Monty Python quote from me.) Meanwhile, over at Rebecca’s event, the new emcee arrived to meet the team. As James shook Not Joe Piscopo’s hand, the guy quipped, “I got pee on my hand.” Rimshot! Let the comedy begin! Turns out this guy was Pete Dominick, also known as the least funny comic since Hitler. Note to Carlos Mencia: we have a sidekick for you.
“Do you have any special requests?” James asked the comic as he welcomed him to the group.
“I want three models. I want Jennifer Lopez there. And I also want Jennifer Garner there,” Pete said. And the comedy just keeps on comin’!
Over in Brooklyn, Randal arrived at Keyspan Park, and if the weather weren’t already enough of an indignity, the poor guy stepped in a massive puddle too. Oh how I wished NBC had added a “Wah wah wah.” Nevertheless, the determined leader went down to the field to survey the situation, but alas, it was a total mess. There was no way a softball game could take place. And so Randal had to create Plan B out of his ass in very little time. Basically, he decided to hold the event indoors, which meant transporting everything into a dumpy locker room.
“This could be a good option for you guys. It looks kind of nice. Get rid of the ping pong table, cover the bathroom with something, and you got yourself a nice space,” the Keyspan Park guy said. Dude, IT’S A LOCKER ROOM!
We eventually cut to commercial, and when we returned, Trump blared to us, “On their final tasks, Randal and Rebecca both had to step up. CHECK THIS OUT!” Whoa, whoa. Settle down there. We’ll watch. No need to yell. Anyway, we then returned to the watery streets of New York where we spied a broken umbrella lying on the sidewalk like a dead bird. Oh, the horror! The travesty!! No one ever thinks about the real victims of a rain storm: cheap umbrellas!
Anyway, over at Rebecca’s event, things were coming together. She was busy filling up gift bags — or as she calls them, “Begs” — with flyers and envelopes. As viewers may have remembered, Yahoo explicitly told Rebecca that they didn’t want outright solicitations for the charity; therefore, the team had rely on brochures and envelopes to hopefully raise funds. But hey, this may have been a strategic oversight, but at least Toral could stuff those materials into bags wonderfully. Way to go, sista!
Meanwhile, back on the field of soggy dreams, the Outback CEO/mafia dilettante arrived and noted that hey, you can’t control the weather. He then took out a crowbar and bashed in the weather’s kneecaps. We also took a glimpse at legendary New York DJ Jim Kerr, and holy shit! He’s gotten old. Like crazy old. He could be an associate of George’s. I’m shocked.
Autism Speak’s Alison Singer showed up next, and she looked like she’d just spent the entire morning crying. She didn’t really do much except express general concern about the event and make sure her eyes stayed as puffy and quietly disappointed as possible.
Most despondent woman EVER.
After the next commercial break, we then caught a glimpse of the finalists’s hometown viewing parties. I enjoyed the announcer describing both scenes, especially when he boomed, “Live in Newark, NJ where Randal supporters are raising the roof!” Because he’s black! Anyway, Trump then welcomed back all the previously fired candidates by calling out there names, and when he reached Toral, he simply said, “Toral. Oh, Toral. Oyayoy. Toral!” Look, don’t hate on her, Trump. She just happens to have a lot of PASSSION!
Possibly the only thing better than Trump’s introduction to Toral, however, was the run of “Mar” names in the middle. As he bellowed each one, his voice becoming more gravelly. “Mark! Markus! MARSHAWN!” Seriously, he was one beat away from simply yelling, “ARGH!!!!” Anyway, Trump welcomed them while the band played a jazzy little rendition of the boardroom music, and then it was back to the show.
Over at Rebecca’s event, corporate logos were going up faster than Clay’s penis at a polka dot convention. Disturbing comparison. I’m sorry. Anyway, Chris was besides himself as he hung up one Yahoo banner. He proudly clucked, “How cool is it going to be to put that Yahoo sign right there??” Yeah man. It’s gonna be crazy cool. I can’t even imagine it. IT’S BLOWING MY MIND!
With Yahoo logos everywhere, we almost forgot about that cute little charity pokin’ around. But fear not. Rebecca’s team hung a single banner up; so that pretty much took care of that. You can thank them later, Elizabeth Glaser AIDS foundation.
As for Randal, after a lesson from Trump on “Respect,” his event officially began. “Anything can go wrong right now,” he told us. Uh, dude, anything DID go wrong. Nevertheless, you might want to put on some sunglasses because the following star wattage is out of control. First, Sugar Ray Leonard showed up. But even better, Jerry O’Connell too! And because Randal was tall and black, Jerry did what any actor does in that situation: go in for a random dap. You know, just to show he’s down with the street, yo. Carson Kressley arrived as well, and it only took about three seconds before he made a cheeky sexual innuendo — something about getting wet and dirty. And by the way, is that the ghost of Pearl from 227 standing behind Carson and Randal?
It’s the late Helen Martin!
Back at Rebecca’s fundraiser, people had arrived also and were now partaking in the corporate inundation that was Yahoo. Rebecca noted that they had Yahoo-tinis, Yahoo blinking ice cubes, Yahoo video monitors, and oh yeah, did you check out that groovy Elizabeth Glaser banner over the bar? No, not that one — that’s a Yahoo banner. And so is that one. No, lower. Below the third Yahoo poster. Yeah, that one. Found it!
Well, Trump eventually arrived at Randal’s event, and as he affixed an Autism Speaks pin to his lapel, I couldn’t help feeling like he was giving us the finger. What gives, Donald?
Randal then took to the stage and talked about autism, thus providing the second heartfelt autism moment of this two-part finale. Sorry, AIDS. You’re really dragging your feet on this one. Nevertheless, Randal’s speech was so moving and effective that even Crispin Glover appeared out of nowhere to listen:
Jim Kerr then took the stage and provided another celebrity roll call. This time we had a few new names. Let’s see, there was Sugar Ray Leonard again, Jerry “manorexic” O’Connell, basketball player Jerome Williams (a.k.a. Junkkyard Dawg, as J-Unit wanted me to mention), Carson Kressley, and oh look, his designer comrade Thom Barron. I couldn’t think of a finer group of people to be stuck in a cramped locker room with.
Goodbye George and Carolyn. Hello Random Black Dude and Mr. Met!
Over at the comedy event, Rebecca met again with those lovely ladies of Yahoo who wanted to know what sort of Yahoo tchotchkies would be in the gift bags. Because Yahoo hasn’t been mentioned enough tonight!! That sexy, sexy Wenda Millard then wanted to know about the fundraising element, and again Rebecca reassured her that there would be no outright solicitations, only a demure brochure and envelope in the gift bag. I’m surprised Wenda didn’t just attack every gift bag and shred the handouts to pieces. She HATES asking for money… at a fundraiser.
After another commercial break, we returned to Trump who then preached the second lesson of the week: “Respect.” Or as Yaya from America’s Next Top Model would say: Respeito! Anyway, Trump stated, “Always treat your boss with great respect. It makes you look good, and it makes somebody like me, ME — do you understand? — ME, the BOSS, feel even better!” Hmmm… where’s he going with this? After all, Randal respected Trump highly. Rebecca must have some monumental f*ck-up.
Sure enough, she did. Trump arrived in his limo and no one was there to greet him. Dunh-Dunh-DUNH! Without fail, every single season, someone always forgets to greet Trump. People, he’s a very needy man. You gotta greet him! It’s a cardinal sin not to! Luckily, Trump only had to walk about twenty feet before he encountered Rebecca who then introduced him to various big wigs like charity hipster Jake Glaser, who, by the way, really cleaned up for the event. The whole “It’s more important that I look hip than schmooze for donations” look was really impressive. His upper east-side friends would have been really impressed.
Anyway, Trump made a nice speech to the crowd and then ushered everyone downstairs for the comedy portion of the event. Unfortunately, that was about thirty minutes too early than the scheduled show start, which meant Rebecca and the team had to get the comics ready pronto. WELL! Nobody rushes PETE DOMINICK! The man is a comic genius! You can’t hasten that sort of talent! Yes, P. Dommy totally freaked out about the schedule shift, suddenly changing from the “How ya doin’!” champ of a thousand finger-guns to the bitter, flustered guy who couldn’t climb a rope in middle school. Man, it’s too bad Rebecca couldn’t land Joey Benefit. He would have saved the day!
Well, because Pete Dominick wasn’t ready to go on, Chris had to take the stage to tell everyone the show would be starting in just a few minutes (the biggest lie out there), which caused Trump to remark that the event “might be a little disorganized, yeah?” Hey man, you’re the one who caused the disorganization. I guess that was his revenge for not having a curbside greeting.
Nevertheless, Yahoo vixen Wenda Millard eventually took the stage and introduced Pet Dominick, calling him “a really popular guy!” Wenda LOVES Pete Dominick. Then again, he is very popular in Joyce DeWitt look-alike circles.
Pete then hopped on stage and delighted the crowd, or at least George, who he savaged with a string of alleged jokes. Actually, all the comics ripped on George, but the old guy took it well, laughing heartily with his wife by his side. George is the best!
Overall, it seemed to be a solid event, and in the end, Rebecca announced, “We definitely rose awareness for the charity.” I mean, she didn’t raise any funds, but awareness is a fantastic thing too. Just ask Live8. We also returned to Randal’s team as he hugged them goodbye. He was a proud man, that Randal, and later on, he and Rebecca hung out in the suite, recollecting about the day’s challenges and the season as a whole. Fun times. And because this was a two hour show that needed to be filled, we then saw Randal and Rebecca reminiscing again the next morning as they shared quite the dainty brunch (Rebecca had a spinach quiche, Randal had an omelette au fromage. Okay, it’s just a cheese omelette, but c’mon!).
Finally, it was time for the Boardroom, but wait! Not so fast! “Would you both have a seat on the sofa?” Robin asked. That needy bitch.
Rebecca and Randal took their seats, and then their teammates filed into the Boardroom to give The Donald the lowdown. Josh was a huge Randal booster, saying, “He remained very calm in the eye of the storm. Pun intended there.” Oh, that was HILARious. But you should probably stop chuckling at your own dumb joke. Especially when it doesn’t make sense. (The eye of the storm IS calm. And the expression is “calm before the storm” anyway, JERK! Know your phrases!!)
Trump then announced that Randal’s team had raised $11,000 as opposed to Rebecca’s who had raised… none. Gulp. When her teammates tried to defend her, George — no longer chuckling from Pete Dominick’s A+ routine — asked, “Who’s running the affair? Yahoo or you?” Uh oh, this is way bad for Rebecca. Thanks, WENDA MILLARD!
If it was any consolation though, I think Trump sort of called out Yahoo’s temerity by saying, “If I were Yahoo, I would make a major contribution to the Elizabeth Glaser AIDS Foundation.” Ha, Wenda TOTALLY is gonna cost her company money!
Later, Chris defended Rebecca, saying she was a great manager and handled pressure amazingly. “But don’t you think it’s about going above and beyond?” Josh asked, interrupting him for no real reason.
“Rebecca went above and beyond in her management style,” an annoyed Chris said.
“I disagree,” Josh replied arrogantly. Um, you weren’t even there. What the hell are you talking about?
Just when it seemed like Rebecca would have no shot at beating out Randal, the momentum then shifted. Carolyn stated that Rebecca threw an amazing event, but as for Randal’s: “If I’m gonna have a party in my backyard, I’m gonna check the weather forecast.” And by the way, I totally want to go to Carolyn’s backyard party.
George then asked Josh what mistakes Randal made. The smug former-candidate said that Randal had no Plan B, didn’t check the weather, and didn’t manage time as effectively as he could have. “Any others? Because I’ll give you a couple!” George lashed back. OUCH! Mr. Ross is on fire! Ultimately, George complained that the celebrity guests were all interspersed in the crowd where not everyone could see or recognize them. They should have been on stage! When George worked at a soda jerk and a celebrity came in, they’d put him on the counter. On the counter, I tell you!
But what about Toral? She’d been too quiet during this whole thing. Well, not for long. She trumpeted Rebecca’s loyalty and integrity, something that caused Donald to said, “I loved it. I LOVED IT!” He’s a licensed joyologist, FYI. Toral then finished up her comments by declaring, “I think Rebecca’s a better human being than I am.” Wow, and you know that takes a lot for Toral to say that. It just goes to show that you never know what’ll happen when you fill Toral up with PASSION!!
Ultimately, Trump seemed stumped. “Basically, I am stuck with two stars. And I want to thank you because you’re all stars also.” Aww, that was nice. But I don’t think he was talking about you, Toral. Well, everyone filed out of the Boardroom, and as they all hugged Rebecca and Randal, Mark was ever so kind to give a special wave to little Miss Robin. He must have wooed her with his Rembrandt Toothpaste smile.
Another commercial break later, we returned to Alice Tully Hall where we spied a chesty Melania sitting in her usual waxen state, most likely craving the delectable taste of chicken parmesan again. And by “chicken parmesan,” I mean “a couple million dollars.”
“Where am I?”
Anyway, back to the Boardroom. Randal and Rebecca then headed inside for their last big battle, and for the most part, it was the same blah-blah-blah all over again. Randal touted his record, and Rebecca cited her toughness. Trump then grilled Rebecca for not meeting him at the car, and then he lambasted Randal for holding his event in a crappy room. Things became a little more interesting when Trump then came down on Rebecca about her lack of fundraising, and when Trump asked who was the client — Yahoo or the charity, Randal was happy to jump in and say that he had viewed the charity as his client. WELL, Randal! Riddle me this: can you face the fire of Carolyn? Me no think so!
Yes, Carolyn cut right to the chase and asked the question we all wanted to know: “Why didn’t you check the weather forecast?” Randal explained that there was only a 30% chance of flowers [ed. note -- clearly this is a typo, but I'm keeping it because it's quite lovely, isn't it?], causing Carolyn to balk, “30% chance. If there was 10%, I’d have a Plan B.”
But don’t worry, Carolyn. There was a Plan B. Sort of. “We had the beginning of a Plan B,” Randal explained. Oh, well, then that’s okay! And when George pressed him on this point, Randal simply repeated himself with a hint of exasperation: “We had the beginnings of a Plan B!” I don’t understand why they don’t get it. He had part of a plan. Doesn’t that count for anything anymore?
Well, in the end, Randal boasted about his record again, and Rebecca said that Randal overthinks things too much, and at long last, we were ready to go live and have the final final Boardroom. After a lame video package about her background, Rebecca stepped out on stage and waved aggressively as if she were about to perform on American Idol. She didn’t look that much different. Her hair was bigger, her crutches were gone, and her suit was kind of ugly, but that still didn’t stop a shocked Trump from saying, “WHOA!”
Next up was Randal, whom Trump introduced as “a Rhodes Scholar from OXford!” Sadly, text really doesn’t do justice to the oddly aggressive way he emphasized “Oxford.” Just trust me, it was classic Trump blaring. As Randal walked out, various people, particularly the fired candidates, cheered “Randal! Randal! Randal!” which I thought was a little tacky. But then again, this is a reality show, not a cocktail party.
Unfortunately, before the two finalists could duke it out one last time, Trump had to poll the cast first. As expected, Toral put on her PASSION face and defended Rebecca vehemently. “I love the way you’re defending her because she defended you. And I love what you’re doing. This is the first time I like you, Toral,” Trump said. Hey now! How could you not love Toral? It’s TORAL: a woman determined not to bring shame upon her family by accepting any duties that belong to a social station below her.
Anyway, Marshawn delivered an eloquent pro-Randal comment next, which was greeted by strong applause. Trump then called upon Jennifer M., whose hair seemed to have gone from large to enormous. She too endorsed Randal. I don’t really remember what she said though because I was still trying to figure out whether or not she’d been my flight attendant on my most recent trip to New York. I think she was. And if so, I’d just like to say “thank you” for the extra cookie.
“Mr. Trump, I’d like to remind you to return your seat to its upright position.”
Lastly, Trump questioned Alla. She always was a favorite of mine, but I had to admit, she looked wretched on this show. Her teeth were more gummy than ever, and she just seemed to have a disheveled look about her. Even worse, she seemed to take a rather nasty tack as she said, “I worked with Rebecca, and I saw literally nothing out of her. That’s why I traded her as the weakest link.” As a chorus of boos hailed down, Trump acted all surprised, saying, “Whoa! Whoa! That’s pretty tough!” Yeah, like you’re a real softy, Donald. (Oooh! I got him goood!)
Anyway, we cut to commercial, but not before “An Apprentice Moment” where we relived the epic bloodbath firing of Josh, James, Jennifer, and Mark. Yeah, that was cool and everything, but seriously. Let’s get this show on the road. When we returned, Trump introduced us to an executive from Yahoo (sitting next to Wenda Millard, no less. I see she still has her job. I’ll just silently pass judgment over here). Anyway, the exec, clearly shamed by Wenda’s actions and Trump’s not-so-subtle Boardroom message, announced that Yahoo would be donating $50,000 to both Autism Speaks and the Elizabeth Glaser AIDS Foundation. Nice save, Yahoo.
We then returned to the stage where Randal and Rebecca sat before Donald. Finally. The time has come. But wait! Before we could let the fighting begin, Trump wanted the finalists to choose between building a condo complex in New Jersey or overseeing renovations to casinos in Atlantic City. Randal surprisingly chose the casino project (I don’t know why that’s surprising. IT JUST IS), while Rebecca opted for “the New Jersey project.” Hey, they’re both in Jersey, BITCH! Okay, she meant the condos. I’ll settle down. I’m just anxious to see the final Boardroom.
At long last, the two candidates began squaring off. Randal said he had five degrees but also has run five companies. Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you still didn’t check the weather — a point Carolyn was all too proud to raise again. When asked to make a case for himself, Randal then addressed the sixteen fired candidates and said, “If you believe I should be the sole and single Apprentice tonight, please stand. Please stand.” Of course, since they weren’t lit, we couldn’t really see who was standing, making the entire proceeding very awkward. But it also seemed like a strange thing to do. This ain’t a popularity contest. Otherwise, my man Kwame would have won back on season one — you know what I’m saying? Nevertheless, I could just barely see Alla standing in the darkness. She really hates Rebecca, huh? Why? Oh yeah, because Rebecca said all the girls except Alla were unintelligent. Awesome.
As for Rebecca, her appeal to Trump had the sort of rehearsed flair normally reserved for politicians running for Congress: “Mr. Trump, you’ve said if there’s a concrete wall in front of you, you walk right through it. Well, Mr. Trump, the reason I’m here today, the reason I started this candidate interview, the reason I’ve made successes throughout my entire life is because I’ve completely pushed my way. I’ve charged my way through those concrete walls in my life, Mr. Trump!” And with that, the horns and violins soared as an American flag unfurled and a bald eagle came to rest on Rebecca’s shoulder.
But let’s keep it real. “I run business; Rebecca writes about business,” Randal said. Awww shit! In your face, Rebecca! Or should I say, Rejeccta!
Once again, Randal started up with talk about his record, but George interrupted him. “Let’s talk about the record for a minute,” he said, clearly raring up for something big.
“We can’t George. It’s time for a break,” Trump interrupted. What?? NO!!! I wanted to hear what George had to say! And to make matters worse, we didn’t actually go to a break. We went to another damned Apprentice moment!! We cut off a Boardroom for THIS?!?! Well, we eventually did go to commercial, and when we returned, Trump told the audience that this selection was not entertainment for him. It was a real job process. A real job process that just happens to involve embarrassing your candidates on national television. Nothing wrong with that! Trump praised both finalists, saying they had amazing educations, and then focused on Rebecca. “I love the way you handled pressure,” he said, noting that she performed best out of everyone under duress. He also praised her loyalty, even though he wasn’t quite sure why she was so adamant about Toral. Trump then turned to Randal and lauded his leadership qualities, saying that he had the ability to inspire others through niceness. Aww, Randal. Can’t deny that. The man is a class act.
And now the moment of truth. The Donald turned to Rebecca and said, “Rebecca, you’re outstanding. Randal…. [dramatic pause] … You’re hired!” Ah, the triumph of the Squidward! Congrats Randal! This was no real surprise. I mean, how could Trump NOT hire him. He was pegged from day one as the favorite pick. Still, after an hour and a half of careful misdirection that had us actually believing that Rebecca might win this, I would have preferred for Donald not to have polled the fired candidates. It kind of reminded us that yeah, this is a shoo-in for Randal.
Well, with a giant grin on his face, Randal shook Donald, George, and Carolyn’s hands and then headed over to his cast mates who smothered him with hugs. Ah, but Trump wasn’t don’t yet. “Randal! Randal!” he bellowed, but the new Apprentice was so absorbed in the glory of the moment that he completely ignored his impatient boss. Finally, the music died down and Donald gave one last, sitcommy yell: “RANDAAAAL!!!” This seemed to finally jar Randal out of his celebration as he returned to the table.
“Sit down for a second,” Trump said. What did The Donald have in store? There’d been rumors of a big twist. Would this be it? Possibly. Trump asked Randal what he thought of his opponent, and he replied, “Rebecca has done an outstanding job throughout this interview process. I think she has much to be proud of.” Aw, that was nice, Randal!
“If you were me, would you hire Rebecca also?” Trump then asked, causing the crowd to cheer thunderously. Oh wow! This could be ‘uge!
“Mr. Trump, I firmly believe that this is The Apprentice,” Randal said, “that there is one and only one Apprentice. And if we’re going to hire someone tonight, it should be one. It’s not The Apprentii [or any other made up word].” And with that, the boos came pouring down. Wow, that was really dickish, Randal.
“I think I could have been convinced,” Trump replied, and with that the show essentially ended. Randal headed to the front of the stage and basked his victory, waving out to the audience below him. But now the likable, classy, leader-through-niceness guy seemed to be gone. Did we just see Randal’s true colors? Why not allow Rebecca to be hired too? It doesn’t detract from your winnings. You just wanted to hoard all the glory for yourself, didn’t you, RANDAL! We’re onto you!
But wait, maybe it’s Trump who’s the dick for putting him in that situation. It seems like he intentionally caught Randal off guard. At the end of the day, I tend to think Trump probably shouldn’t have hung Randal out to dry, but at the same time, Randal should have graciously put it back on Trump, essentially saying, “Whatever you decide is fine with me. You’re the boss.” I think Randal may have shown some true colors, and they were a bit vicious. What do you think? Should Randal have denied Rebecca? Should Trump have even asked him in the first place? And do you think Randal should have won at all?