The Weatherman takes inspiration from little Gia's win, since they're about the same size. He wades into battle against the 200-plus pound hunks of manhood who are obviously smug and convinced of their imminent victory. Are you smelling an impending David and Goliath moment? Yeah it smells like Old Spice, girl puke, and victory. The big men start eating cherry pie and five bites in already slow down. The girls all nod knowingly. These men are not pie eaters. Except for The Weatherman who is calmly and efficiently eating his way through the pie.
All of a sudden the camera frantically cuts back to Fake Dean McDermott (a.k.a. Craig) who is sponging up pie juice with his head in the hope of lessening the amount of pie he has to eat or just for the attention. This has no effect on the pie, but grosses out the girls and making his hair very reminiscent of post-pig blood Carrie. The girls all cheer on The Weatherman, but Kiptyn, who exists, apparently, slowly starts to make headway on his cherry pie.* (*Note: I have no idea if they are eating cherry pie, I just wanted to get Warrant stuck in everyone's heads.) Fake Dean tries his head sopping thing again, but no one cares. And, hey, Fake Dean: Ew.
After Chris Harrison rudely makes him hoover the crumbs off the table with his mouth, The Weatherman wins! Poor Weatherman, Harrison loves to pick on the littler guys and there is no way he would have made Peculiar Jesse or the guy named Kovacs, who is tragically not a primetime detective with a fedora, lick the crumbs off the table before declaring him the victor. But The Weatherman wins! He and Gia get to go on dates and hand out roses and be benevolent and desired, which is very odd for The Weatherman, but he got special lifts just for the occasion.
The Weatherman's victory spells trouble for Fake Dean, because nobody but Girl Jessie will even pretend to like him, and his human sponge thing failed to impress the ladies, so he is worried he will be on the chopping block. He tries to make friends, but, he's gross. The Weatherman gets pointers from Gia on how to survive another day and she recommends he keep one of the outsider girls safe. Vampire Queen Gwen perhaps? Her 150 years on earth have given her a certain wisdom and disinterest in hooking up with the household bohunks for anything but plasma. The Weatherman gets his date card and he wisely chooses three ladies with no affiliation or territorial pissings marking them.
Ashley, Vampire Queen Gwen and Peyton accompany him to an art studio, where they are given the task of creating the Next Great Masterpiece. Instead they fingerpaint with their asses. The Weatherman dons his infamous Speedo for the occasion, while the girls change into their bikinis. They slop paint on each other and roll around on paper and basically make their audition tape for the next season of Work of Art.