It's Vault time! Heather confesses that heading into the Vault she felt a weird vibe. Oh that's not a weird vibe, that's body lice. The first vote is for Hoopz. No one raises their hand. Heather looks concerned. The next vote is for her. Everyone raises their hand. Heather reminds us that the girls are all liars, manipulators, and phonies. She forgot infantile, chuckleheaded, and skeevy. She feels safe, though, because she and The Entertainer are tight and it is her first time in the Box. Oh Heather? That weird vibe? It wasn't body lice, it was the foreboding sense of betrayal. The Entertainer is herded back into the Vault. He is shocked that his plan wasn't followed. He is pissed and takes out his anger on Heather. So long, Heather!
God this show drives me nuts! The competition takes all of ten minutes and the rest of the time is spent watching these mealy-mouthed knuckleheads attempting to justify their existence. And now we all know Heather is out, but there is still half an hour left! Can they please just cut the rest of the show and air a picture of a cute little kitten eating spaghetti and be done with it? Cripes. Power Outing. Doofy Entertainer with Brandi, Heather, and Megan. They hit the beach and are greeted by the "Chef du Jour" who promises them a real American barbecue. The Entertainer stops him, "With American food?" The Chef has no idea what to say to that and just sort of nods and wanders off. The Entertainer claims he's been eating nothing but rice and beans and he is sick of it and is really excited to eat American barbecue. One thing you never see on this show is anyone eating Mexican food, but that is the least of my complaints about this show. Megan and Brandi are determined to convince The Entertainer to get rid of Heather. They know it is going to be hard, but they are going to do it! Brandi C. claims she will do whatever it takes. Grossness is sure to ensue. They play horseshoes and volleyball and talk smack about each other while The Entertainer shovels potato salad in his mouth and talks with his mouth open. Charmante! We are spared any more scenes of his gaping maw filled with mayonnaise-drenched American food because it is time for The Entertainer to take his 15 minutes of alone time. He picks Heather, which surprises her because she doesn't think they have anything to talk about. The Entertainer yells at her for not making everyone put Hoopz in the Box. He claims he stood up for her and she can't turn against him now. She is flabbergasted, but does her best to convince him that she is still on his side. Brandi and Megan crash back and promise to rub various body parts. (Back and feet, thank you very much, you dirty minded folks). Apparently Brandi is a licensed masseuse. I didn't know massage parlors made you take a licensing exam. Learn something new every day!