The Big Brother producers must have hired a new music editor, because this entire episode is backed by this wacky pseudo-carnival music, complete with the Gleeful Tubas of Sequestered Hijinks. Kent cheerfully moves his gear to the HoH room. Mike's incredibly bitter about it, calling Kent an "ingrate," among other nasty things. Kent, for his part, is bitter because Big Brother didn't stock his mini-fridge with beer. He really, really wants beer. Frankly, after five weeks of this show, I could use some beer. Or some barbiturates. Just kidding, Mom! (Not really).
Kent asks Hardy who he would nominate, if he had to make the choice again this week. Hardy's extremely unhelpful, telling Kent to make his own call. The twittery music burbles along in the background. It's very odd musical choice for this scene. If you only listened to the soundtrack, you'd think this was montage of plate-juggling monkeys. Kent muses that it's "unimaginative" to nominate Will and Mike, and mentions that he's thinking about nominating Krista. Then, Kent gets the brilliant idea to nominate Bunky and Mike, so Bunky can get some "air time," or Hardy and Mike, so Hardy can have the satisfaction of defeating Mike, mano a mano. Neither Bunky nor Hardy is particularly enthusiastic about these plans.
In the yard, Mike is sort of freaking about the possibility of being nominated. Will listens to him, coolly, floating on an air mattress in the hot tub. Mike thinks it's going to be him and Will, or Will and Krista. Will calmly observes that if he gets nominated, he's out. He admits that he isn't even unpacking his bags. He's not very broken up about it. Mike spews some shit about popularity contests and it's so boring and repetitive to me that I doze off. When I wake up, Mike is wondering whether he's "that unenjoyable [sic] to be around?" The viewing public votes overwhelmingly in the affirmative. In the Big Blue Chair of Total Morons, Mike says that if Kent "dares" to put him up, he'll "fight to the end."
The houseguests are all nervous about the upcoming food competition. You know, I'd feel way worse about all of them having to eat peanut butter and jelly for weeks on end if I personally hadn't lived on PB and J and Ramen noodles for months when I was in college. It sucked, but I'd do it in a heartbeat for $500,000. Hell, at this point, I'd do it for $5,000. This week's food competition involves a "food pyramid," and is accompanied by a stylized version of that song "The Sheik of Araby," which you'd know if I hummed it. My parents used to sing that song to me when I was a little girl, and I had my hair up in a towel turban after my bath. Hey, I was four. It was cute. Anyway, as HoH, Kent gets to be Master of Ceremonies for this particular competition, and he's really eating it up with a spoon. The game is pretty easy. Each of the houseguests is in charge of one section of the food pyramid; Will, for example, is assigned to seafood, and Nicole to the vegetables. Each of them gets three questions about their section of the pyramid. If they get two of the three questions correct, all of the houseguests will receive that type of food for the upcoming week. The highlights of the competition? Hardy utters the phrase, "I like meat." Monica misses a very difficult question about homogenization as opposed to pasteurization. Will rides a plastic lobster around the basketball court (it's quite amusing, really), and Krista thinks mushrooms are a fruit. Yeah. Mushrooms. A fruit. Krista's not the sharpest knife in the drawer. But we knew that. So, the houseguests actually do fairly well in the competition, scoring sweets, veggies, meat, seafood and starches -- everything but fruits and dairy. No cheese! No ice cream! No grapes! Dude, that's, like, my entire daily diet.