TEXT: [We open in Babylon, with a comic-book theme. The screen breaks into squares as we watch mostly naked men. The right side of the screen shows boxes of Justin drawing. Justin and Michael are watching the one good dancer in a neon green Speedo, and are using him as a model for Justin's drawing. The bartender tries to put a bottle of water down on Justin's drawing.] Michael: Wow, wow, it's too hot to be a coaster. Justin: That's the magic of Ectasy. Everybody looks good. Michael: He's practically a superhero. All he needs it's a spandex suit and he's ready to save the universe. Justin: There. How's that? Michael: He needs an insign on his chest. Justin: A lightning ball? Michael: An "E". [Justin draws a cape and adds an "E" to the chest.] Michael: And a mask, of course. Justin: Of course. Oh, and a cape? Michael: No, that's keeps him a so last century.He doesn't use his superpower, he's a super hero without one. Justin: How about paralyzing with radiate from his dark smell bedroom? Michael: Oh better yet, the deem materialize from the mega blast from his super shorts? Brian: What are you girls all giggly about? [He sees the drawing.] Brian: OK, no more drugs for you. Ted: How about another drink on me? Brian: What's the occasion? You're one million wank? Ted: Better. The nomination of the gay p0rn award. With they recognize for his standing achievement. Not other than werkatworks very own Fetch Dixon. Justin: You must tell Emmett. He will be so excited. Brian: It's always great of fun when you recognize for your hard work. Ted: He could better use it. I can't wait to read him this official letter. "Dear Mr.Schmidt. The Academy of Pornografic Art and Sciences is pleased to inform you..." [Ted finishes reading the letter to Emmett, who is appropriately in mourning.
SUMMARY:
Michael and Justin join forces to create their own comic book. Emmett is barred from speaking at George's funeral. Melanie and Lindsay enlist Leda to help renovate their attic.