Jared Yates has totally fake contacts. Who the hell are you fooling? Do you just hate your ancestors, or…? I'm done talking about you. Although I am not done bitching about fake colored contacts, because I am absolutely never going to be done with that. Not until they are stopped. Constantine thinks it's slim-to-none for him now that Bice is in, and talks some fairly believable shit about how he's really "psyched" for Bo and really "psyched" for everyone because there's so much talent here. Randy puts him through and yells, "You made it. A rock and roller made it!" I'm so embarrassed.

Amanda still isn't getting the math right. Jaclyn takes the long view, saying, "They do crazy stuff on this show" -- so do you, darlin' -- "and I'm not saying nothing." Amanda resolves cutely not to get excited yet. Then, because this show is evil, they send Jaclyn and Amanda in together to fight for the last spot. Aw hell. They hold hands until the last second, and then set up some flaming hoops for them to jump through. For no damn reason, I'd like to point out, considering they've already decided. They ask the same stupid, pointless question about if you'd do it again.

Jaclyn says, "Probably." She's, like, a fetus. She's got time. And a great voice, too. Amanda says, "I would go back to my normal job," which got a laugh from me, because her "normal" job involves running around on a pirate ship in her underwear, "but I think that this might be the end of the whole 'trying to be a singer' thing." Well, that didn't last long -- now I have seen the face of true dedication. I am humbled. "I don't think I can take another rejection like this, if I get rejected." I would like things handed to me, please. I won't be trying, otherwise.

Simon obliges, and sends Jaclyn home. They both fucking lose it. Jaclyn comes down crying and Amanda laughs and screams and cries and hugs some other girl. I don't see Jaclyn's mom there -- I hope she's okay -- so she hugs some other girl. It's a bummer, but like in the case of Jaclyn Crum, there's no relativity to her heartbreak. Tie her shoelaces together or put a fork through her hand, she's going to flip out the exact same amount.

Now, all that is left are Scott and Travis, and this very nice-looking guy named Warren. Scott gets called up first, meaning that either these boys are going to be best friends, and get in together, or will have to go up there holding hands like Amanda and Jaclyn and fight to the predetermined death. As usual, Scott is a whole lot like that movie Saw: horrible decisions you don't want to make arising from the mind of a serial killer.