And then, this happens. Bre voices over, "So we make a grocery list and everybody gets something different from the store. But then, I look at my grocery list, look at my receipt, check to see if I got everything I needed. Why is my cereal bar box already open?" Cut to a shot of Bre looking incredulously at the open box. She continues, "Who's got first dibs on my stuff?" ["Here's a question. Did Bre even count the bars in the box to see if any were missing? Like, maybe someone just opened the box by accident but didn't actually take one?" -- Wing Chun] And then, Bre snaps. She whispers to Nik, "That bitch Nicole has been getting on my nerves all damn day," and confessionalizes that she's very heated. She says, "Don't touch my food," and she is serious about it the way Tyra would be if she came home to an empty fridge and Janice Dickinson fast asleep with barbecue sauce all over her mouth. Bre whispers to Nik that she's gonna get the stuff that's Nicole's, and then Nicole can go home. I must add that Bre's in a fluffy bathrobe during all of this, so it's a little hard to take her seriously.
Nik tries to rationalize Bre's behavior by interviewing that they're all in a very stressful situation, and that Bre's food is obviously very important to her, and that when people start messing with other people's food, things are going to get ugly. All of this is proof that we really haven't evolved past the beasts at all. It's a fucking granola bar. Bre pours some Red Bull down the sink. She interviews that she poured out all of Nicole's "canned sodas." She adds that she's been disrespected before, but that this was just too much. Ah, the granola bar that put her over the edge. It was a similar situation that started The Crusades. "You took my meal-encrusted cow-fat breakfast lump! Now I must club you with my spiky pole!" "The Holy War is on, bitch."
Bre is in such a state that she actually slips and falls. Kim comes walking in and asks what Bre took. Kim adds that she doesn't care, but just wants to know so that she doesn't go looking for something that's missing. See, say what you want about Kim, but she's all, "You took my food? Whatever." Bre whispers that it's not Kim's. And then, in a somewhat confusing move, Bre tackles Kim in a full-on frontal embrace, and the two linger on the floor with their limbs wrapped about one another. It's like G.L.O.W., the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling, but without the "gorgeous." Or, in Kim's case, the "ladies." Man, did I love that show. Bre, in her weird embrace of Kim, tells her to do what she asked her to do and go to bed, and that they'll talk about it in a minute. Kim giggles, because she doesn't realize the extent of the craziness. She giggles, "'In a minute,'" but it comes out all garbled because Bre's hand is over her mouth. Bre whispers, "Do as I say," as we cut to commercials. This is fucking weird.