Whoa. There's a very creepy commercial for an already creepy K-Mart brand of jeans called Route 66. But this commercial features the kids! Our beloved Kids! The kids get in an elevator and Holly tells the elevator man, "Route 66, please." All Scaryteeth and shit. And they run off the elevator, whooping, and Holly grabs the elevator geek, who is suddenly transformed into well, still a geek, but now a geek with sunglasses and mousse in his hair. Running. Jumping. Smiling. Hello Theo, all up in the camera. They get on the Shasta. Ew. Creepy. I'm almost looking forward to the show starting again I said "almost."
Okay, so now we get a nighttime establishing shot of "Embassy Suites." Yes, HoJo's is out. Hello Embassy Suites. A step up? Yes! What did they do to deserve it? Absolutely nothing! The Graphic of Stupid reads "Swallow It," but I'm not going to bite at that obvious attempt to get me to make a blow-job joke. I would never stoop so low. So Holly and Kathryn rehearse their routine in the room, practicing "snake arms" and asking, "How cool does this look?" The rest of the kids watch as Laterrian, the source of this current tension, is on the phone. Strangely, Kathryn is wearing a t-shirt for the enemy Playmates. I wonder what she did to get that? Holly asks Laterrian to get off the phone, which he does. Now they all launch into an argument, Laterrian saying that they've been working on this "shit" all day and they probably aren't going to be able to do this stuff in nine feet of water, and he'd rather spend his time trying to reconcile his stuff with people at home. "I don't appreciate that (beep) getting in my ass when I'm on the phone." Ew, who was in Laterrian's ass? Scratch that. I don't want to know. So basically, Laterrian is complaining that they've been working all day to possibly win twelve thousand dollars? What a work ethic. James pipes up now, saying that Laterrian and Kathryn need to contain their feelings because otherwise they'll lose. Kathryn says, "Whatever," and bails. She heads down to the Shasta to write some poetry or do some little light sketching. The Graphic of Stupid now reads "Sold My Soul," and that's exactly what floaty, crying Kathryn thinks she's done. But sold it to Satan, specifically. As opposed to selling it to the guy down the street. "Nothing in the world is going to make things better I was in the compromising position, but that doesn't mean I was going to sleep with you," she says, switching abruptly to the second person. "That's a dangerous assumption." Sniffle. B-O-O-H-O-O, Kathryn. Jesus. A different floaty Kathryn, now suddenly reborn, says that she "misbehaved" with Laterrian, and since it's affecting the group dynamic, she needs to do something about it. Man, if B/M knows anything, it's pacing. Brilliant transition, B/M. Go buy yourselves a sandwich.