Whoa.
Okay, sure, that was too easy to start with, riffing on the title. But it was also an outlier episode in that the MDR gang kicks off the episode, as Dylan so eloquently put it, “out-fucking-side.”
Or as Irving also eloquently put it: “I’m on the fucking ice!”
That will elicit a whoa.
No hallways. No terrible overhead lighting. With their Outie’s agreement (and this will be an interesting concept since maybe that’s why last week’s ending didn’t really roll right over to Mark’s Outie masquerading as his Innie) everybody finds themselves on the worst team building exercise ever. Or, more accurately, a cult building exercise.
Or, if you want to be technical, it was an ORTBO, man. Outdoor Retreat Team Building Occurrence.
It wouldn’t be Lumon-ous without the “occurrence” part, right?
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