In a POV, Steve says he gave the fraternity 100\% and that he put his whole heart into it and feels that they slapped him in the face. He wishes the pledge brothers the best of luck and says that they're still brothers amongst themselves and that he still loves those guys. He truly loves those guys -- more than his love for illicit drugs, and that's saying a lot. We see footage of fire trucks, and the thought goes through my head that Steve has torched the frat house. Sadly, it's just random Buffalo footage. I'm convinced that God stopped answering my prayers roughly fifteen weeks ago.
The pledges have been told to get dressed up, and they don't know why. Duh, you stupid bastards, check your calendars. Hell Week is over. Once again, Jarreau says they're all nervous about it. These guys are going to need a vast amount of Xanax before this Hell Week is over. I'll bet they wish Steve was still around now. They've all smoothed down their hair with saliva-covered palms and are led into the house by The Puke, who gives the camera his patented evil stare. We're reminded that this is a secret ritual involving gerbils, Vaseline, and cardboard paper towel tubes, and that cameras aren't allowed. That's cool. Most of us don't have the stomach for that kinda shit anyway. Meanwhile, the brothers all sneak in wearing shirts and ties, and many of them have their hats facing forward, which signifies a formal fraternity meeting. The secret ritual lasts three hours and is going on while various smarmy brothers stand out on the lawn, welcoming the pledges to the family via video greetings. Brad's carrying something that is blurred out. I'm guessing it's a 12" strap-on. Apparently, sometime during the secret ritual, they all crossed over into brotherhood. We're then treated to about five minutes of drunken hugging and kissing among frat boys. They're knocking each other over and climbing on top of each other. The pledges are all saying what a wonderful feeling it is to finally be a part of the brotherhood.