[s4e7] Uncomfortable Ball Stuff Apr 2026

"Don't embarrass me, Steven," Red barked, using Eric's middle name as a weapon. "The CEO is here. If you mention Star Wars, I’m cutting off your allowance until the 1980s."

Eric looked at her, a small smile finally breaking through. "Yeah? I guess it wasn't all bad." [S4E7] Uncomfortable Ball Stuff

The highlight of the evening—or the low point—came during the "Grand March of Employees." Eric and Donna were forced to parade past a line of Pricemart executives. Eric, distracted by a particularly itchy polyester seam, tripped over his own feet, accidentally sent a glass of sparkling cider flying into the lap of the regional vice president, and ended up face-first in a tray of deviled eggs. "Don't embarrass me, Steven," Red barked, using Eric's

The night at the Pricemart Ball was every bit the suburban purgatory Eric feared. The ballroom was draped in depressing beige streamers, and the band was playing a polka version of "Stayin' Alive." The night at the Pricemart Ball was every

In the basement of the Forman house, the air was thick with the usual mix of Nag Champa and teenage apathy. Eric sat on the edge of the couch, his fingers nervously tracing the lapel of a velvet suit that looked like it had been salvaged from a lounge singer's estate sale.

Donna leaned her head on his shoulder. "You know, the part where you took out the VP was actually the most exciting thing that’s happened at Pricemart since they got the new label maker."

Hyde, leaning back with his boots on the coffee table, didn't look up from his magazine. "Look at the bright side, Forman. If you combust, you won’t have to dance with the regional manager’s daughter. Plus, free shrimp."