Dan and Natasha return to the house and walk into the living room, where the classmates are still trying to play drinking games. Someone asks them how the date went. "It was pretty dope," says Natasha. "DOPE"? No. Smack. Smack her. God. Nicole looks on and suddenly lapses into another Slo-Mo Trance Of Even Slower Comprehension as she sees Dan and Natasha slowly waaaaallllking with their aaaaarrrrmmmms around each other and touching each other's ffffaaaaaaaaaces. "I don't know. It's weird," she says -- incisively -- in an interview. "This is not how it was supposed to go at all…I'm glad I got to see how he really is…" Slow Nicole. "He's definitely not somebody that I would be interested in…" Slow. "I don't think I want him to be my husband." Uh. That's a start.

The classmates in the living room are still trying to play Truth Or Dare With Quarterly Tax Code Revisions, or whatever the hell Ben's game is. Natasha admits in an interview that it was "kind of confusing." We see Dave trying to take charge. "Okay. A guy and a girl will go upstairs…and the girl will put the guy's outfit on, and the guy will put the girl's outfit on…and then they'll come out and do a fashion show." Man, cross-dressing has never sounded so freaking boring and stupid. I think RuPaul just looked down at his high heels and muttered, "Aw, fuck this shit." All the classmates exchange "uh, no" looks. "No one was really biting," Natasha tells us. Next thing, Sarah is getting all contentious with Dave: "You just want to see girls' boobs, and when we say you do it --" "Oh, you think I won't do it," snaps Dave. Sarah stands up and pulls her tank top up. She glares. Her big white bra glares even more. Then she yanks her top down so hard that it goes all askew so The Bra Of Doom is still visible and snarling at everyone. "Okay? I'm done! You're up!" Everyone looks uncomfortable. I guess Sarah was trying to be ballsy but she, uh, dropped the ball.

According to Natasha, Sarah apparently wanted to play the cross-dressing game, but Dave ignored her and she got kind of offended. Dave is trying to call Sarah on that shit by telling her, "You've got a couple of thorns in your side." Well, she's got a couple of something, but we're trying to get past that. "Dave, I just offered to play your little game, and you [bleeped expletive] blew me off, and now you're going to say I've got a thorn in my side?" Dave says that he doesn't want to talk about it and he's not going to get himself all riled up over this [bleeped expletive]. "Dave, go [bleep] off," says Sarah. "Did I just get the F-off?" says Dave. Man, Dave psyched out the bleeps! "Yeah, you did," says Sarah. Yet more uncomfortable looks from everyone. Chris speaks up in an interview: "Ten years ago, everybody would have assumed that it was probably Dave Goodman's fault. But during that moment I think that everyone was siding with Dave." A little while later, Dave is telling everyone, "I think she feels cheated. She flashed me; I didn't flash back." There's a slow-motion replay of The Flash. This time they crank up the contrast on the video so that it looks like The Bra unleashes a blinding atomic reaction complete with its own sound effect: Whooosh! HellBra!