That night, the stylistas-in-training come home to their new digs. Megan lurches around, judging everything she sees, as per usual. Kate TH's that Megan has gotten to her. The feeling is mutual. In another room, Megan jokes to Dyshaun and William that she's stuck in a room with "Boobs." Dear sweet Jesus, she is unequivocally the worst nickname-giver ever. As it were, Kate hears this slight and awesomely kicks Megan out of their room. Dyshaun earns no points when he says that Kate's sole reason for being is to be the house punching bag... or "two, large punching bags," as it were. Once she has to face the actual consequences of her surliness, Megan bitches about sleeping on the couch and TH's that she might go insane from dealing with these inexperienced morons.

Elsewhere, Johanna offers to help Kate find a more appropriate outfit. She pities Kate, who does not understand why her chi chi-centric outfits aren't work-appropriate. Kate gets a lost puppy look as she tries to find a single garment that doesn't showcase her knockers.

Outside, Megan and Dyshaun predictably talk shit about Kate while sucking on cancer sticks. Megan asks if there's such a thing as a brain implant. What about a hag-ectomy?

Back inside, poor, poor Kate cries over her the loss of her sausage wrapper dresses. She says the one Joe Zee didn't like was her favorite. And who walks in but Tweedle-Dick and Tweedle-Drone? Dyshaun: "Yeah... I have no response to that." Megan: "Speechless." Stay that way. Please? Kate tearfully interviews that she doesn't know how much more torture she can take, but she'll stick it out. And with that, another wild horse is broken. Commercials.

The next day, the teams meet Malina at H&M. She gives them $1,500 to create three distinctive, office-appropriate looks in 45-minutes. After the shopping spree, each team will put together a fashion show for Anne Slowey. Devin TH's she has long dreamed of putting her childhood Shop 'Til You Drop skills to use. Annnnnnd ready, set, shop!

A noticeably toned-down William reiterates that his team is made up of underdogs, particularly the Hooterrific Kate. Ashlie is proud of her self-selected team and lets Dyshaun take the lead on styling. Over at Team MAD, Arnaldo does a pitch-perfect Megan impression, drolly commenting, "Megan kind of took the lead, like, 'I'm a mean bitch, move out mah way.'" Megan arrogantly TH's that she is helping people who have made poor choices hone their style, forgetting that hers were the only choices Joe Zee came down on in this particular team. Arnaldo wearies of Megan's overbearing approach but turns the other cheek. The spree ends, and the only severed limb today is a mannequin arm Megan ripped off while grabbing a T-shirt. Damn.