God, Hardly is still talking. He yammers something to the effect that Kent's recent actions in the house have been unacceptable to almost everybody. Kent's honesty hasn't gone over very well, I guess. Also, Hardly's pissed that Kent reminded him that, since he's out of TOP, Hardly's making himself a target for other players. He also...oh, none of you care about Hardly's thoughts anymore, do you? It's all "it's just a game/no one is safe/it's not personal" for like six hundred and ninety more minutes.

Food competition time. The houseguests are instructed to write down their favorite dinners, and they're all excited, because they think they're going to get to eat them, and they're close. They're going to get to drink them. It's enormously disgusting and I have to look away. Hardly threatens everyone with nomination if they don't chug their entire glass of liquid dinner, because if they don't get it all the way down, no one gets to eat on the night said houseguest represents (Will, for example, is Thursday). Seriously? It's nasty. Kent has to drink an entire serving of prime rib and potato and veggies. He almost gags, but he works it down. Krusta can't drink hers (it's all junk food, and I think it was the Filet O' Fish that did her in), but everyone else manages to down their glass of gack like a pro. I have to give special props to Will, who drinks his entire glass of liquefied raw fish in mere seconds. I love sushi, but not, you know, as a beverage. And thus concludes possibly the nastiest food challenge ever. That was, like, the Skin Shower of food competitions. Those of you who don't watch The X-Files have no idea what that means, but trust me, that's an enormously good reason to give thanks.

Kent tells the camera that he suspects he and Bunky are on the chopping block.

Kent has other problems, too. He's trying to quit smoking, mostly because he's rapidly running out of cigs. Cue a lengthy montage of Kent smoking and coughing and coughing and smoking. Bunky diplomatically says that Kent's attempt to quit smoking will be "a challenging experience" for everyone in the house. Kent tries to trade some of his PowerBars for some of the cigarettes Bunky's been hoarding. Bunky doesn't even smoke, he tells the camera, but he's using his cigarettes to "earn favors" from the people in the house who do. Man, that house is like prison. Next thing you know, someone's going to get a shiv under the ribs in the yard. And I can't wait!

Kent really, really, really wants Big Brother to give him some more cigarettes. He begs the camera. He pleads in the Diary Room. He moans. He groans. He wails. Eventually, the producers give him the patch and a prescription for Zyban. And this kicks off the Kent Has Something In His Mouth portion of Big Brother, as the big guy chaws on everything from a straw to a pencil from now until eternity. Yup, the old oral fixation. A harsh mistress, indeed.