Well, you can bet that assistant didn't last long. Icky cannot keep an assistant to save her fat class. Or something like that. Icky's last best hope is that worthless son, Michael, who IMHO is a born loser whose genetic and environmental influences have coalesced into a stinking goo stuck somewhere in his skull. I know, I know, some people think the perpetually pubescent male spawn of these botoxed bimboes are "hot" - but, really, this particular one, well, wheeewww, he is a stinker clinker.... and he really may be Icky's last best hope.