Back to Eric's adventures in getting some. He knocks back about three capfuls of mouth-wash before heading up to bed and making awkward, awkward pillow talk with Jess, who continues to be boredly agreeable to his advances. It's the strangest thing -- nothing in her body language is telling him "no," but there's also zero indication that she's into this at all. It's, again, very "Well I suppose..." So finally, after striking out once and excusing himself for unspecified reasons (snerk), Eric kisses her. It does not look like it's an enjoyable experience for anyone. It's...clinical. Obligatory. And kind of resembles a mother bird feeding her babies.
Veto competition. Everybody gets picked but Dick, which exemplifies the universe I want to live in. Unfortunately, that means he gets to host. The competition is a riddle-solving game where you have to run around the yard and find hidden plastic rats with a riddle written on them that matches the word given by Giant Blaxploitation Cheshire Cat. Because -- did I mention? -- there's a giant animatronic Cheshire Cat in the yard dispensing instructions and talking like Isaac Hayes. It's a weird and random nod to the Alice in Wonderland décor considering very few competitions have bothered to follow the theme, but whatever. So the last person to find the correct rat and make it back to Giant Blaxplotation Cheshire Cat in each round gets eliminated. Jessica's out first, then Jameka, then Daniele. Which leaves the two nominees and Eric. The next round sees Amber take the first spot and Eric and Zach racing for the last spot. Eric gets there first and Zach's momentum carries him crashing into Eric's back. Amber, in the DR, says that was very "rude" of Zach, which is almost too ridiculous to dignify. They're not in line at the movies, dumbass. Anyway, so it's down to Amber versus Eric, and once again Amber has a celestial vision of her victory, since she clearly hasn't yet caught on that God doesn't want her to win anything. Indeed, Eric wins, and if you weren't prepared for him to make a big obnoxious production of his only victory in the game so far, you haven't been paying much attention. And good for you!