Jes is next. She tells the supersluts that she's a hairstylist and bartender in Chicago. Good to know! Ky asks her the name of the drummer in Poison. I feel ashamed to admit that I know it's Rikki Rocket. I'm more ashamed that I know how to spell it. I will say that Jes is cooler than I am, but then again, she didn't have to grow up in the '80s. PERMED BANGS, everyone. Jes also has to admit that she doesn't have any of Poison's albums. Amy asks about Jes's lips, and she admits to having them injected. No! But I thought her body was so pure, minus the pink hair! Allison then says, "I'm just going to assume those are your real boobs." In the words of Jes, via interview, "Uh, yeah you stupid bitch, I wouldn't buy boobs and get them this fucking small!" They ask if she's a good kisser, and to choose one of them on which to demonstrate. Jes, despite emphatically not wanting to make out with a chick (boo), goes to town on Ky. Ky notes that she's into the lip biting. Amy asks how it's going in the house. Jes says that they're all cordial, but that she's had some issues with Lacey. Ky asks if she thinks Lacey is crazy. I think "Uh, yeah you stupid bitch" works as a response in this instance, too. Amy compliments Jes on her grace under pressure, and Jes feels confident that she didn't present herself as something she wasn't.

Heather is next, and also has to cop to being a stripper. The supersluts ask in rapid succession whether Heather is embarrassed about that, what she's there for, and if she thinks this is her ticket out. The answers are: 1) "a little bit"; 2) "to find love"; 3) "ummm..." Allison asks if Heather thinks Bret will really be comfortable settling down with a stripper. She goes again with Stock Answer #3, "Ummm..." Heather wonders in an interview why they're all being judged. She's asking US this question? You're in for a world of hurt, tatters. Amy asks if Heather cares if any of them have slept with Bret. Heather says no, and that she assumes they have because they're hot and she'd fuck them if she were Bret. Amy laughs, and Heather's purple frosted eyeshadow glimmers in victory. They ask about tattoos, and Heather says she never had any desire until she came up with the brilliant plan to get Bret's name tattooed on her neck. Amy asks if she'd do it tonight, and Heather is ready to go. Heather thinks these crazy bitches like her. They do, and Amy dismisses her by saying it's been fantastic and they appreciate her honesty. Heather interviews that she kicked ass, and thinks Amy wants to do her. Oh, don't we all.