Now we get the proud parents-to-be together, trying to explain. BritBrit says that she was scared and that's why she was acting out, as K-Fed says it happened more than once. Yikes. K-Fed says that he had to protect himself.

Between shoveling bites of food down, BritBrit says that she's going to look stupid. K-Fed then grabs the camera and walks out of the room, shooting the camera straight up into his misshapen nostrils, and talks; the whole time BritBrit is calling from the other room, trying to order him back in. He's whispering to the camera, wondering what we would do.

Ahhhh! Fee! She tells us that BritBrit is strong-willed and she felt for K-Fed at that time.

BritBrit comes to find K-Fed and he tells her that he's "selling his soul to the devil." Well, you'll be in good company because clearly BritBrit did that years ago. How else could you explain her career? K-Fed says that he has to film without her. "Dude, I'm far from perfect," he tells her. BritBrit gets mad and then suddenly Boobney and K-FedNow! are back telling us that they then had a terrible fight off-camera and he packed his bags and he was going to leave. "Bye," is all he said and BritBrit got sad and...well, they actually don't finish the story. Literally. They just go to slo-mo and then credits.

Well. You should be very proud of yourself, Susan Zirinsky, Executive Producer, along with BritBrit and K-Fed.

Next week...K-Fed babbles. BritBrit says she doesn't like him. Love is scary. BritBrit makes a wish into a fountain. Ack! It's Fee! BritBrit proposes to him on a plane. And that's it.

Here are some more people who should be very proud of themselves:

Co-EP Rob Klug.
Sr. Prod. Loen Kelley.
Sup. Prods. William Knight and Billy Murphy.
Prod. Dan Dymtrow.
Co-Prod. Jennifer Webster.
Producers Sara Rodriguez, Tom Costantino, and Michael Vele.
The only editor who is not also a producer, David Franklin.
Assoc. Prods. Matthew DeVeo, Anthony Venditti, and Linda Muse.
And Coordinating Prod. Allen Alter.

Congratulations, all! I know it's not your fault, but you produce very, very bad television. You make Philo Farnsworth cry. And the Baby Jesus.