In the kitchen, Nicole and Hardly continue to wail about their fate. They agree that whoever escapes the boot this week "will take care of it," and don't address that whole part where It'sOnica also hates them, and that they're going to be outnumbered from here on out, no matter what happens. Hardly whimpers that he already regrets getting rid of Bunky instead of Will.

Big Blue Chair of Get That Girl Some Eye Makeup Remover. Nicole and her tearful raccoon eyes snap that she hates Will. Hates him! The Puppetmaster music tinkles cheerfully in the background.

In the Diary Room, Will muses that, first, Nicole and Hardly will blame him for their situation, but then they're going to start angling to stay in the house. "And for once, I won't be the guy kissing butt," he says, and leans back, arms behind his head, looking all satisfied. Ah, yes. It is sweet, sweet revenge for Will to be holding Hardly's and Nicole's fate in his hands, and his hands alone. This couldn't have worked out more dramatically if it had been scripted.

Nicole stomps into the kitchen and starts cooking, staring blankly into the distance with crazy, dead, soulless eyes, all to the accompaniment of scary, Jaws-like music. Later, on the patio, Will wonders whether she'd like to play backgammon with him. "No," Nicole spits. "Not until you explain why you're such a jackass." Will smiles. "Well, I don't have an explanation for that," he tells her pleasantly. Then Nicole berates him some more, and Will just sits there and takes it some more, and, really, that's the very best way to further enrage someone like Nicole, because what she really wants is a fight. Just agreeing with her only makes her more angry. But she can't express that anger without looking like a total lunatic, because Will's being so agreeable. And I'm sure Will knows that. In the Diary Room, he tells us that he plans to "avoid [Nicole] like the plague, and maybe typhoid fever and leprosy."

Night Vision. Nicole berates Will yet again, sarcastically demanding to know what his principles are. Will agrees that they're suspect at best, but he insists that he isn't playing Nicole. Nicole bitterly retorts that he's awfully smart, and then proceeds to insult him some more. She mentions that she and Hardly are, at least, "fucking honest." "And I'm not," Will reminds her. "I've got to hand it to you, Willie, you played us like a violin," Nicole spits, and then climbs out of bed and walks out of the room to the melodious strains of violin music! Oh, that's really quite funny. As the violins sing in the background, Will puts on his girly sleep mask and drifts off, untroubled by a guilty conscience.