Back at La Casa, Megan is moping by herself. Real and his really weird walking stick come and sit beside her. Who uses a walking stick indoors? Real asks Megan if she thinks she is going home. She sighs, "Yeah." Real admits that he thinks he is going home, too, since he ate a bunch of crazycakes last week and accused Whiteboy of trying something with Hoopz. But Megan doesn't know about Real's shenanigans last week, and she tells him he shouldn't be worried. Although Megan was always an ancillary member of the Stallionaire alliance, she's more of an outsider than anyone else left on the show. She knows she's going to get tossed. And not in the fun way. Megan's sureness does little to assuage Real's fears.
Power Outing! Or rather, Power Dinner! In the living room. Wow, this show sure finds some exotic locales. Hoopz and Whiteboy have dressed up for the occasion. Megan has either given up and has not bothered to change out of her bikini, or is trying to score points with Whiteboy by wearing nothing but a bikini. Although, at this point, even Whiteboy must be kind of sick of looking at that merchandise. Real is wearing a cowboy hat, T-shirt and sunglasses. I'm not going to bother trying to figure out that ensemble. No one is talking. Everyone is drinking. Even Whiteboy, who doesn't drink. He has a glass of Chardonnay. Which is pretty much the least gangster badass drink this side of a juice box. The lack of discourse stumps the sound engineers, who decide to leave the mics on and record the sound of skanks eating. Lots of chewing, gnawing and swallowing -- nature at its most primal. Whiteboy cracks under the silence. He asks Real why he should let him stay. Like Pandora before him, he quickly learns to regret that decision. Real and Whiteboy start yelling about loyalty and who said what and who would do what and what would happen and on and on and on. Megan jumps in to the fray. She tells Whiteboy that Real wasn't sure Whiteboy would be loyal. More yelling. We head to commercials. We come back from commercials and the yelling continues. Hoopz outs Megan as having hypothetically thought about eliminating Whiteboy. This results in more arguing. And more arguing. And more. Whiteboy tells Megan to shut up. She tells him to shut up. He tells her to shut up again. Then the bleeping starts. Whee!
Whiteboy is getting drunk and getting testy. Every time anyone says something he doesn't like, he reminds them that he is Paymaster and he will send their ass home. Hopefully the rest of them, too, because I hate to think of a houseful of ass-less people walking around. Although Megan hardly has one already, so I don't know if it would make much a difference if Whiteboy sent her ass home. It appears to have gone on ahead without her. Anyway, the Power Dinner dissolves into disarray. Megan goes to sulk in her room. She can't believe Whiteboy thinks she was disloyal. Real goes to sulk on the balcony. He can't believe Whiteboy thinks he was disloyal. Gosh, do you think Whiteboy thinks I was disloyal and I didn't even realize it? Hoopz is nervous. She paces around the house until we cut to commercial.