Still not having gotten the conflict climax he's been searching for, Dick comes out to the kitchen to have it out with a bunch of other people watching, announcing to Kail that he told Jen about their conversation the previous night, except that he characterizes it as Kail saying she had no one in the house and wasn't a threat to him, which...is actually fairly accurate, and also kind of...obvious? Like, I don't know why Dick thinks this is going to shock anyone. Anyway, Kail still denies it, and Dick gets all finger-pointy with her, saying that he wasn't even going to fuck with her today, but she invites it because she just really needs to go. And then he punches her in the eye and says she made him do that, too. Well, not quite. But you get the idea. Once he's fully vented his spleen, Dick stomps out of the room, and Jen tells Kail, "I don't care." "That didn't happen," says Kail, but she's clearly rattled.

In the fairy-tale bedroom, Jen comments on how intimidated Kail must be by all Dick's Dickstrionics...whereupon the Dick in question stomps in and says she knows he's not lying about Kail. Jen's like, "Sure. QUIT TELLING ME."

Out in the kitchen, Kail tries not to cry as she says she couldn't stop shaking, and that she's just hoping she can hold it together for the Veto Competition.

After the commercials (including one in which Bayer Aspirin is endorsed by...Ty Pennington? Because he gives people headaches?), Eric comes in wearing a Mad Hatter get-up, and says that the Veto players have costumes to wear. The Mad Hatter theme doesn't really have anything to do with the actual competition, except that the players are all wearing oversized top hats. Each player has to stand on a little pedestal, balancing a glass on his or her hat. If anyone steps off the pedestal or knocks the glass off the hat, they're out. About fifteen seconds into the competition, Kail loses. She shrugs morosely, and with Dick smugging after her, she sad-sacks that the rest of them don't need to continue, since she's out. She trudges into the house, tears off her costume, and climbs into bed with the covers over her head. Buck up, little camper! Actually, don't; you're boring.