than the people who claim climate change isn't real

are the people who think we can do anything about it.

- Wow.

- The paper straw.

Works terribly.

Doesn't make a lick of difference but...

it makes people feel like they're doing their parts.

- Mm.

- Can anyone see where I'm going with this?

- Uh, you wanna make money

by coming up with a product

that doesn't really help the environment

but makes people feel morally superior for buying it?

- Ding, ding, ding! Way to go, Jane.

[chuckles] - Yes.

- [sips] Oh.

This coffee is wretched and foul.

- It sounds like the start of a limerick.

- [scoffs]

- This coffee is wretched and foul.

The maker of this brew should...

- Throw in the towel.

- [laughs] Nice.

- We should say this to Tammy.

Maybe she'll take the hint,

and start making better coffee.

- I don't know.

Face to face confrontation feels a little aggressive.

I wish there was something in between

being passive and being aggressive.

- Drinky, drinky.

- I just don't know the term for it.

- Since someone's done the paper straw,

why don't we do a plastic straw?

- I was just thinking that. Yeah.

Great idea, Kev. - Mm.

- John, that doesn't make any sense.

Plastic straws are the problem. - Problem, yeah.

You know I was just thinking that?

But piggybacking off Kev's idea...

- Yeah. - About plastic straws.

What about--does--does wooden straws make sense?

- People feel guilty about their cars and the environment.

What if we did Lyft but with-- I don't know--horses?

- Horses. Yep.

I was just thinking that.

Great idea, both of us.

Mostly me.

[door whines, blinds click]

[water bubbling]

[light music]

- Also, have you noticed

that Jake's been ending conversations

by saying, "Peace" now?

- [laughs] - Where did that come from?

- As long as it means he's leaving the room,

I'm fine with whatever he says.

- You know, it's funny. I was just thinking that.

- You know, that's hilarious.

Because I was just thinking

that you were just thinking that.

[both laughing]

Oh!

I almost forgot to tell you.

I saw John drop

a comb

out of his breast pocket yesterday.

- What?

Hair comb or honey comb?

- A honey comb would've been less weird.

I tried giving it back to him,

and he vehemently denied that it was his.

- Oh, my God.

We have to get to the bottom of this.

- If I get any leads,

you will be the first to know.

[dish clinks]

[phones ringing distantly]

[suspenseful music]

- "The coffee here is wretched and foul.

"The maker of the coffee should throw in the towel.

"Let someone else make our brew

"so we don't feel like we're going to spew

chunks"?

- Pretty creative, huh?

- It's not gonna make the coffee better,

but at least you're hurting someone's feelings.

- Eh, that's a win too.

Hi, Tammy. - Hey, Tammy.

- Hey, Matt. Hey, Jake.

♪ ♪

[horror music]

- Oh, uh, I guess we should get back to the grind.

- Peace.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[bird caws]

♪ ♪

[car horn toots]

[muffled upbeat pop rock music]

- Oh.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[dramatic music]

[elevator chimes]

- Good morning.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Sir Mr. DeVille, Leader of Men.

[keys clacking] Oh, my God.

I figured out the mystery

with John and the comb.

I can't wait to tell you.

And...send.

[sighs]