Oh but wait! Here is a legitimately fascinating thing we didn't get to see. Supermodel of the world Beverly Johnson visited the model house, along with her fiercely real model daughter Anansa. Wow, could you imagine having that DNA? I would just walk really slowly throughout the world, allowing others to gaze upon my beauty. Azmarie is appropriately excited. Beverly tells the girls that there are no limitations other than the ones in your mind, and when she was young she decided that she was going to be the best model that she could be. And that, I suppose, is how you become the first African-American model on the cover of Vogue. That and flawless cheekbones.

The girls next were invited to participate in Toronto Fashion Week, which is a thing that exists. They did a casting, and Eboni and Sophie booked the most shows while Catherine, Ashley and Seymone booked exactly none. Seymone had an attitude about it, as she has an attitude about everything, and in never-before-seen footage we get a glimpse of how the other girls tired of her bullshit. Eboni points out that throwing fits on set is not a way to get far in the competition, and adds that Seymone's stank attitude is apparent in pictures. No one likes that! To continue with the Canadian theme, the girls got maple syrup dumped all over them in their next photo shoot. Ashley had a sticky run-in with her lack of confidence, and was sent home after Cutrone said she looked like a wayward member of an elf tribe.

Next, the ladies had a visit from none other than Lisa D'Amato and learned that they would be recording tracks and making corresponding music videos. They were mentored by girl group veterans Nadine Coyle, of Girls Aloud, and Jessica Sutta of the Pussycat Dolls. While some such as Catherine were naturals in the studio, Laura basically sucked. And she admitted it! And though I think she actually is a musician of some sort, Azmarie was a total nasal weirdo behind the microphone. This foretold terrible things to come, as the girls headed to a booty tooching lesson with Tyra. Azmarie memorably refused to wear the "training tooch" -- also known as butt padding -- for reasons of being a grown-ass woman. She missed out on the "super" "fun" "event" of being "silly" with "Tyra," and also was unable to witness competitive tooch-offs. In never-before seen footage, we learn that Azmarie had no regrets about eschewing the training tooch. She explains that to thine own self one must be true. I'm sure butt pads and the Gucci tooch were exactly what Shakespeare had in mind all those years ago. Laura didn't understand what was so offensive about wearing a training tooch in particular, but Azmarie clearly felt strongly about the matter. And so she was booted! But not before we all got "Stop, Drop and Tooch" stuck in our head for months. Thanks, Top Model.