Yeesh. Clips and clips of guys in rapid-fire Q&A. If the Oxford English Dictionary as of yet lacks an entry for the word "mantage" (noun; a series of rapid-fire interview clips designed specifically to highlight the conversational inadequacies of the average earth-dwelling reality-show-participating male), I'd like to submit this segment as its first official citing. Out by the pool, The Three Wise Women sit across a table from Mike, scorecards in hand, ready to judge him on qualifications less shallow than his so-square-it- can-be-mapped- mathematically-in-geometry- proof-form head and vaguely BaBa-Booey-esque jaw line. For instance, there's his...nah, that's actually all there is to him, isn't it? Sad. And I would mention that his tight ribbed shirt seems to have corporate underwriting by Aeropostale, but so soon off of the Chess King reference, I'm trying to stay in the recap and out of the Short Hills Mall. So off they go, the ladies grilling him first, asking, "When it comes to sex, would you consider yourself a giver, a taker, a pleaser, or a teaser?" Because there's no better way to meet your mate than with an educational reading from Seuss's Sex Tips For Girls. Anyway, Mike is a self-proclaimed "giver." Rob is also "a giver," and you may feel free to tack on "of his own ride to the airport," if you feel the way I do about his rapidly deteriorating chances here. Greg is a "pleaser." Ew. Rhymin' loves the poetic lilt to the question so much that he asks if he can be "a giver, a taker, and a pleaser." We don't get to hear Bob's answer, because I'll bet he kind of makes fun of them a little and is all, "I think I told you. I'm a lover, not a fighter." Because Bob? Kind of rules. And me? I chose "candlestick maker." Or, wait. Was that not one of the choices?