Back. Dre "hoodie-hoo"s to the crowd and then asks if they're ready for Road Rules. The crowd is too polite to yell back, "Hell, no!" so they cheer. Kendal leads it off with the same chant, but instead, "It's Road Rules in the house tonight, and it's our time, to get it right." Hm. Not quite the same effect as Baby Yaphet Kotto's hyped shit. They start doing some shit and it's, well, it's all right, but Lord, the crowd reacts like Prince is singing "Purple Rain" while Janet Jackson strips and fucks herself with Ja Rule's tiny head. The "Oh My God!" thing is the only good part of this. Sarah then yells, "This is how we break it down!" Hee. Kendal and Sarah look very cute here, but the section totally breaks down rhythmically and they're only saved by some fake fucking they do to the air. Then after they, I swear, do a trust exercise in the middle of their routine, Eric starts yelling at the crowd and then takes his shirt off while some Busta starts playing and they all just start freestyle dancing. Now all the boys have their shirts off and Eric fucks the ground. Sarah tells us, "It's looking good, and we feel it." What?! No it's not.

Suddenly Outkast is back and Dre asks Big Boi, "What choo think, dog?" Big Boi says, "I don't know, you know?" No. Now everyone in the crowd yells about "Road Rules!" and it fucking pisses me off. Poor Outkast. Poor poor Outkast. They read the results: 267 for MTV.com. 268 for Road Rules.

Bullshit.

Bullshit.

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Bleh. Anyway, Road Rules freaks out and cheers as you can see Baby Yaphet Kotto falling to the ground, knowing they were fucking robbed. Shane camera-talks some asscrap about how they took what they learned at the Citadel and used it here and it feels good to be on a winning team and shite. It's such a fucking bullshit half-ass ploy by B/M to give this episode some narrative thrust of We Hate Shane, but then to let him "redeem" himself by doing nothing. It's just lame. Lame. Suddenly, Outkast is performing their awesome, amazing song with, "And the whole world, loves it when you don't get down," and they have lots of backup singers. One looks like a bald Eriq LaSalle or Gordon from Sesame Street. They're so motley and in no uniforms, my girlfriend says it looks like Staff Talent Night at camp where you're like, "Damn, that Lunch Lady can sing." Anyway, Outkast continues their dope song (I wish this video had played more, with the circus and everything. Just love it.)