It is at this point that things stop making sense. New York has three suns, Randal must give Excel the rundown of all six movies, and everybody morphs into a Star Wars character. Randal is Yoda, handing out wisdom like candy; Alla is (still) Palpatine, cornering the entire universe using her mind powers; Adam is worthless as five Anakins and Felisha worthless as five Amidalas; Clay becomes Lord Pissious, a little-known Sith who rules by warping whatever anybody says into something crazy about how awesome he is; Rebecca is Chewbacca who comes through in a pinch; Brian is like a brain-damaged Han Solo; and Marshawn is…oh, Marshawn. I'm terribly angry and sad to have to tell you this, but Marshawn finally reveals herself as…Darth Markus.
The Apprentice : reality tv crack at its finest.
