The girls stand on what looks like volcanic rock for the shoot, largely balancing unsteadily on their heels. Oh, if only they were on the precipice of a lake containing hot molten lava! I yearn for the day when they let Janice do some of the concept work. Eva models a hideous swimsuit with a cape, as Jay tells her to think fashion rather than pinup. He basically tells everyone else the same thing, because he's totally unqualified for his job and obviously has no idea what the hell he's doing. He's the George W. Bush of America's Next Top Model. He tells Cassie that he wants her to try something a bit more "animalistic" and "savage." I bet Kelle would take this direction well. Instead, Jay tells her to be less hoochie and more couture, and Kelle, in her own words is, "Like, omigod! Okay! Um! Gasp!" Jay loves Magdalena's limbs, but she's kind of fug. Whatever, she's going home. Leah impresses no one.
Yaya is "working as if the rent is due tomorrow" (shut up, Jay) and totally rocking her African Queen look. Everyone is impressed. Jennipher almost falls backward. Molten lava, I tell you! Toccara looks great but has about sixty pounds too much "personality." Norelle looks like she's taking a dump. Nicole sticks her pinky out too much. Julie is fine, and J. tells her to give a "Kama Sutra" pose. Ann sucks and is a disappointment to all. Jay says that she's gorgeous, but "if I have a dead slab of meat in front of the camera, I can't do anything with that." Sometimes the jokes write themselves, people. Jay tells the girls that after brunch tomorrow, someone is going home.
Then, in the stagiest bit of crap this show has ever seen, the Jays conference-call Tyra, who is in her pajamas, in her "bed," in her "bedroom," with a laptop, looking at the photos. On the block are Kelle, Magdalena, Leah, and Ann. Tyra says, "All right, you guys, I guess we've made a decision!" signs off the call, and then crawls under her covers and turns off her lamp. Show? Please stop doing this.
The next day. Jay tells the girls that most of them were mediocre, a handful were good, and a handful sucked. One of them is going to have to pack her bags, because she's going back to Worcester. Yes, my friends, Magdalena is the first to be sent home. But now she has sponge baths and bedpans to look forward to, so why would she be sad? She says that she's proud of herself, adding, "I'm still gonna go out there, and do me [sic] and do whatever I have to do to make myself happy." Careful, li'l Maggie, or you might end up like Amanda!