The two greatest artistic protoganists of our generation went down this week along with large quantities of aspririn on the 'Apprentice'.

We open with Nick and Bill reflecting that Ereka should have brought Katrina into the boardroom last time. The girls are shocked that Ereka got the boot. I'm not sure why considering she almost started to cry over minor clerical problems.

Versacorp is two players down and they get to snatch somebody from Protégé. They take Amy back. Trump thinks it’s a big mistake saying it gives her too much power.

“Should I just give her the job right now?” Trump asks.

The task is to pick one of four artists and sell their paintings at a gallery. It’s another phenomenal challenge. I would say the best yet.

The first artist embeds hair and toenails in his painting for that personal touch. Omarosa digs it and starts feeling him up him as I dry heave.

The second one is a nature based abstract painter. He displays a painting of what looked like a couple of curly braces. He says it is supposed to be the inside of a cave. Oh yeah, now I see it. I figured it was either the pitch black interior of a cavern or obscure punctuation.

He’s proud of it and says, “I am weaving a story with my paint.”

I would have asked “Yeah, but do you got any toenails in there?” They really need to cast me somewhere quick.

The third artist does fun paintings of her with her friends at the beach. The fourth artist is a reality jackpot. The apartment has moose heads all over and I'm disappointed nobody rips off the obvious Arthur joke: “You must have hated this moose.” Quickly, we establish that the fourth girl is crazy.

“She seemed passionate and a little creepy,” Heidi admits. Trust me Heidi, that’s not a combo you want to mess with.

The artist starts talking about the protagonists of her paintings: twin sisters name Siky and Smut. They sound like rejected Smurf names. She explains further, “Siky is nice but Smut is abhorrent and naughty.”

Well, heck, if you name your kid Smut, what did they expect? It gets better; their city is ruled by frogs and concubines. My first thought was that concubines were in the same phylum as the porcupine. Not so, I looked it up and they're actually mistresses that cohabitate with their lovers. You see gang, that’s why I’m here. I'm not sure what business they have letting the town trollops run the city but if they campaigned against toads and porcupines, I guess I would've voted for them too.

Out of all that, we still haven’t heard the craziest part; the average price for her artwork is $4,000. Protégé decides that even though they hate her work, they are going to go with her anyway since she is the most expensive. That makes perfect sense to me. Her work is horrendous, she’s loopy to the point that it’s frightening and she’s insanely expensive, they can’t lose. They justify it as a calculated risk. Using what calculator? Kwame laments, “If we just sell three or four, we’ll win easy.” Kwame, if you sell three or four, I am quitting my job and framing all my toenails.

Bill and Amy want Leah who does pictures of her with her friends. Nick wants Andre, the nature guy. He overrides them and goes with his gut.

Omarosa and Heidi have a tiff about Heidi’s potty mouth and Omarosa upgrades her condition from tiny bump on the noggin to full blown concussion. She feels a full sit down lunch will relieve her symptoms. Heidi wants a to-go order.

Things don’t get much better in the gallery. Selling severed heads with bloody lips and frogs smoking opium for $4,000 is not as easy as it sounds. I suddenly get concerned about Siky and Smut. Are these the same darn frogs that are running their congressional district? If so, it’s no wonder that Smut is so moody. The artist isn’t doing much better as her sales pitch consists of trying to assist the patrons to harness the evil powers of her work.

Things are going much better at team Versacorp. Bill actually makes an early sale. Congratulations ma’am, you just bought a $2,000 picture of absolutely nothing. I call it paint caked on top of paint. As much as I joke, the paintings are flying off the wall.

Troy tries to be artistically literate and I am falling off the couch. He is trying to sell to a guy who is obviously there for the girls. While Troy is talking to him, he is actually caught flirting with a woman who walks by.

Heidi's having woes of her own. She tries to sell a fireplace cover with a surprise naked lady in the center as a toilet tank. I would have called it a paper towel dispenser so I can’t judge her. At the end of the day, they're hoping their $869 holds up.

It falls just short as Versacorp posted $13,000. Wow! Kwame is even impressed.

Under questioning, Trump flushed out that nobody on Protégé particularly cared for the lunatic’s work. “You tried to sell something you didn’t believe in”…savvy, Trump, savvy.

The reward is a clunker as Nick scores ten minutes alone with Trump. Hey Donald, why don’t we skip the whole sixth of an hour treat you got planned and bring the chopper back in. Nicks feigns excitement.

I really have a hard time seeing Heidi losing it in the board room especially since Trump seems to like her. I am starting to become hopeful that Omarosa is the one who breaks down.

Under questioning regarding stopping for lunch, Omarosa reiterates she’s been walking around with a concussion. Trump pounces, “What does a concussion have to do with? I have been hit with plaster many times. It has nothing to do with taking lunch when you’re supposed to be working.”

Omarosa makes excuses and her facade is crumbling. Kwame takes the two ladies with him to the final board room.

In the waiting room, Omarosa immediately loses it and starts bawling, “I am trying to hold it together. My head is killing me.”

Yes, Yes!!! I can’t believe it. I actually got what I wanted in a reality show; that never happens. She then charges back into the board room prematurely crying, “I have been running around for a week.” Trump gets angry and tells them he hasn’t called for the three of them yet. He relents and starts the meeting.

The meeting focused on Omarosa’s exaggeration and excuses. Trump concluded, “I don’t like excuses. In this case, Omarosa has to go.” Alleluia.