Now Sarah tells Eric she thinks she's going to pass out. Darrell yells that if she falls, she should just fall herself and not take Eric with her. Darrell is very concerned about earning a single extra second up there with Shane. Sarah moans really lamely as Eric says she's going to throw up or something. I'm sorry Sarah, but really, what a lame-o you are here. Lame-o. Everyone smirks as Sarah moans on, and we puke off to commercials.

So yeah, Sarah "falls" down, and the crowd laughs and boos as she gags on her way down. That Pink song that goes "I'm a hazard to myself" plays as Sarah touches her suck-ass down on the ground and the Mayor adds her time to everyone else's. Hee. Darrell quietly swears as Rachel jokes that maybe it was the meat. Darrell asks if Sarah threw up; he hopes she did but he bets she didn't. We cut to a shot of Sarah sitting on the ground happy as a clam chatting with students. Man, that's a fucked-up edit right there -- or Sarah is a total ass. Shane says that if it were him, he wouldn't be smiling, and continues pleading his own case to Darrell by saying that Sarah doesn't care about anyone. He then tells us the same thing, as if we have any control over not voting him off...and it's too bad that we don't.

Darrell and Shane think their feet are broken as Kendal whines that she has to go to the bathroom. Meanwhile, fucking Sarah is down there eating food; Rachel yells that Sarah doesn't get to eat until the rest of them do. Sarah just looks up and doesn't react, obviously not caring since she knows her ass is closer to home than ever. She's closer to home than when she was even living there. Now it's time for the food to be thrown again. Eric is wide open. Sarah jumps around like a dork telling the kids to hit her; then she throws food back at them. When it's over, Darrell takes a piece of banana off himself and eats it. That's disgusting...and potentially seductive for your partner!

So now Sarah is camera-snotting -- mucus almost pouring down her face, she sounds so stuffed up -- that girls keep coming up to her and pointing out some dudes who are the ones who stole the horns. Now, this is very bizarre, but some guy dressed as a cowboy is suddenly camera-talking that "the Thursday Night Posse is going to do more than throw macaroni at these jokers. We're going to step up, you know what I'm saying? And represent." Hee. First of all, it's pretty clear B/M set this up, but regardless, this dude...wow, I don't even have words. But seriously, my friends and I stopped calling ourselves a "posse" when we turned, like, fifteen. I just hope that some day this douchebag's kids get to see the tape of that time their dad was a complete a-hole.