The next day, JWOWW sets about cleaning the refrigerator and finds a Tupperware container full of what could five-week-old manicotti and meatballs, or could also be mummified vomit. I guess we'll never know! Honestly, though, what's more amazing is that she's actually cleaning. It's kind of a refreshing change of pace compared to last season's Real World crew, who were tossing mattresses off of balconies and running around doing everything short of saying, "Let's burn this mother down!" It takes a lot to make the Jersey Shore kids look responsible, is what I'm saying. As expected, she's a little bitter about getting the shit end of the stick and having to clean up her roommates' decaying food. She reasons that she's not fucking them, therefore she shouldn't have to clean up after them. A good rule of thumb, I'd say.
That night, through some sort of masochistic suicide pact, the roommates nominate Snooki to cook dinner. She chooses that Old World Italian classic, tacos. While she prepares the meal, Sitch heads out toward the hot tub and stirs up trouble by being openly hostile with Ronnie for what seems like no reason. Sammi carries that energy right back into the kitchen and decides to "help" Snooki cook by being a raging hag as she smashes up pounds and pounds of ground meat. Snooki and JWOWW take their frustrations outside, recognizing that Sammi is such a wench because she has no friends.
Eventually, the dinner that will do them all in gets made. Pauly marvels at the reality of this great experiment that brought them all together. Sitch says he wants to give all the roommates "trophies," which is code for being a passive-aggressive prick. Lots of awkward glares and silence as he asks the roommates to nominate the person they think did the least in the house. To her credit, Sammi basically tells him to come out with it and say her name. He admits she's in the running, then tries to make light of his failed attempt at sarcasm by telling everyone to chill out. Ronnie's the only one to break up the tension by saying he can't look in Sitch's direction because Vinny's tan is blinding him. With that unnecessarily tense final supper behind them, everyone clears up, parts ways, and agrees that Sitch is an asshat.