The brothers grade the tests, and we see one test with "Failed" written across the top of it. We know it's Steve's because his name's right there on it with his nickname "Token" written next to his name. Christ, guys. Just call the kid "Al Jolson" and make him perform "Mammy" on a nightly basis if you're going to demean the ignorant bastard. So the brothers are all babbling that Steve didn't pass the test. We then go back and forth between the brothers upstairs and the pledges chained to the walls in the cellar. There's another brother who's getting his thirty seconds of fame talking about how people are not automatically depledged simply because they don't pass the exam. So what's the purpose of even giving them the test, dickhole? Downstairs in the dark, Paul's explaining to the other pledges that right now the brothers are debating on who continues pledging and who doesn't. Tim's staring at his wrists, trying to decide which vein looks the most ripe for picking should he be asked to depledge his ass off. He says he hopes that when it's announced that he failed the test, his pledge brothers back him up. It's been a long, strange trip, and fortunately I've blocked out most of the memories of this crapapalooza of a show, but other than the way he strung Nicole along, I don't think Tim's been that bad a guy. Well, he called Earl's girlfriend a horse-faced puddle of sperm, but other than that, he's been a nice guy. I'd back him up. Christ. Look at me. I'm getting all sentimental here over one of these cheesy twats. (Which, by the way, would make a wonderful name for a new snack cracker. Are you listening, Madison Avenue?)
Upstairs, the voting process is kicking out the jams. Colin's ears state that it's not true that if you fail the exam you're automatically kicked out. We've already heard that from Captain Fifteen Seconds Of Air Time, Colin. Jarreau's nervous. Earl's nervous. Alex's nervous. Steve says he thinks that one of his pledge brothers is going to be voted out to test the solidarity of the group to see if they'll band together and refuse to continue unless they continue as a group. You'd better hope so, Toke. The votes are all put in a hat that's passed among the brothers as some tension-inducing music is played in the background. The pledges are downstairs, wringing their hands and acting like this is the most important day of their lives. Jarreau says that despite all the crap that's gone on between him and Earl, he will walk away from the process if Earl's tossed out on his Mama's Boy Ass. Which reminds me of a joke: Knock knock. (Who's there?) Jarreau. (Jarreau who?). Jarreau's a fucking dumb-ass. Yeah. So anyway, the votes are in...Jarreau gets 29 "yes" votes and one abstention. He's in. Same with Paul, Alex, and Tim. Earl's name is called, and all the brothers look uncomfortable. We wait for the count on Earl. We wait. We wait. MTV goes to commercial. Damn you, MTV! For thirteen episodes we've been forcefed a television show that has all the drama of a Monty Python sketch and now that you've finally come down to something we actually want to see, you cut to commercial?! Ack! I spit at you! You know...via my television screen, which technically doesn't affect you, but it sure makes me feel a lot better inside, yessirree me.