Julie begins Sheila's Chenterview by remarking that Sheila looks devastated. Doesn't miss a trick, that one. Sheila admits as much, saying she thought that Adam would win and keep her, since they were working together all along. Yes, she lost two out of three competitions that she needed to win, but Adam let her down. Julie asks how Sheila can use this experience can teach her son, since she's leaving with no money and all. My answer would boil down to one lesson: "Do as I say, not as I do." But Sheila non-answers that leaving her son for three months to try to make their lives better is the hardest thing she's ever done. Because everything's the hardest thing she's ever done at one time or another. Julie's emotion chip kicks in as she says Sheila should feel good about getting to the final three. Sheila admits as much, but is still in shock. Julie asks if she has any regrets, like for instance giving up in the first stage of the HoH competition like a giant wuss. Sheila claims not to, but she's not exactly coherent right now. I mean, less coherent than usual. I know I'm coming off as unsympathetic here, but I'm really kind of irritated with her for not even being a speed bump on Ryan and Adam's sprint to the final two.
Farewell messages: Ryan calls her the mother of the house and the most emotional person in the house. Sheila manages not to have a fresh meltdown in reaction to that. Adam tells "Big She" that he misses her already, and they got this far together. Julie asks if Sheila will stay friends with Adam, and Sheila says she will. Well, I guess we'll see what Adam has to say about that. End of Chenterview.
Julie congratulates the final two on the viewscreen and calls them "the ultimate bro-mance." They both agree that they're BFF, and Julie tells them we'll see them Sunday when one of them is chosen as the winner. Really? It has to be one of these two? There are no other options at all?
Finally, the "let's eavesdrop" segment consists of Adam and Ryan talking very little and moving furniture back into place. Thrilling! See you Sunday, when we finally put this season into its shitty little bed.
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