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Last night's second season Apprentice finale was a predictable, three-hour love note to Donald Trump and the hairpiece-shaped parasite that lives atop his head, pitching him ideas for new catch-phrases and ways that he can completely transform his apartment into the palace of a gay, French king. Still, we watched.

We're not that concerned with the result, but to recap: A bitchy lawyer that no one liked was trounced by a robotic, ex-Army guy that no one liked, and now he gets to put on a hardhat and disappear into the salt mines of Trump's massive development on Manhattan's west side.

Whatever.

The series' only leap forward was the coming out party for Robin, Trump's fake receptionist and a longtime obsession of ours. While Robin spent most of the first season craning her torso uncomfortably over her reception desk and straining to remember her line, she was much more at ease with her fake receptionist duties this time around. But last night, Trump finally allowed her to shine. She was handed a microphone and allowed to critique the estimable game of the bowtie-rocking Raj, the priapic contestant who immediately tried to get in her pants after getting fired, and whose post-elimination cocksmanship has been celebrated in the tabloids. Robin seized the moment with sass and candor, and she's sure to get her own Mark Burnett-produced Bachelorette knockoff in the near future. Brava, Robin, we knew you weren't content to sit behind your fake receptionist desk and pretend to absentmindedly do your nails forever.