It's night 33 at Forza as the Final Five return to camp. Douche is the last in line, and the editors give him a silly musical flourish as he enters the frame. Gross. He admits to being in total shock at the vote and says he thought he was on his way out when he saw that first (and, tragically, only) vote for him. J.T. and Stephen are quick to tell him that Debbie voted for him, and they voted her out because she was trying to get rid of him. Douche apparently didn't do the math earlier, as this revelation comes as a total surprise to him. Can he be that stupid? The only votes that weren't for Debbie were the one he cast against Taj and the one that was cast against him. Does he really think Debbie voted for herself? And yet, "I can't grasp that," Douche says; "I'm like the lamb led to the slaughter." Could it be, that on Night 33, Douche is finally becoming self-aware? "J.T., Erinn, and Taj and Stephen mounted a counter-attack against Debbie to save me," he interviews; "it would have been very easy to vote me out. I know I'm a dangerous player in this game." Guess not. Douche interviews that the game is still being played with truth and honesty even though everyone left in it (except Taj) just totally lied to his face and made him think they were voting for Taj. He says that Debbie's betrayal has left him, for the first time in this game, "almost speechless. Almost." Whoever got stuck transcribing Douche's interviews had to have been so relieved until that second "almost" was said. Douche refers to himself in the third person and says he no longer has any control in this game, which would also imply that he ever did.

The next morning, a downtrodden and newly-humbled (but not really) Douche asks if they're voting Erinn out next, phrasing it as a pitiful suggestion rather than an order. They all agree to take Erinn out and then Taj (which they've said before every single vote and has yet to actually happen), and Douche asks about Exile. J.T. doesn't want to "send them girls" there to suffer, and since Stephen's already gone more than once, that sort of leaves J.T. and Douche as the next to go. Douche figures this out very quickly, and says his lungs aren't feeling so great. "Are you all right, man?" Stephen asks, seemingly very concerned. Don't buy into Douche's bullshit, Stephen. Douche says his lungs are scarred (more like "scared") after a particularly vicious battle against the campfire. Apparently he inhaled a lot of smoke that the other four somehow escaped. Douche interviews with his new scarred lungs voice that he hopes his asthma doesn't kick in if he's sent to Exile. "This asthma's kicking my ass," he says. Well, of course. Except that I'm sure they provide contestants with inhalers and I'm also sure that Douche is looking for any and all excuses not to go to Exile, where he'll be exposed as knowing less about solo survival than Stephen. You can either walk around proclaiming that you're the dragon slayer or you can whine about being felled by freaking smoke, but you can't do both. Unless you're a delusional douchebag, so I guess it works. Douche says that "the noble thing" is to send either J.T. or himself to Exile, while the "cold, calculating competitor" in him wants to send either Taj or Erinn. But I thought we were playing this game with truth and honesty and honor and stuff. Perhaps asthmatic Vikings sent women off to face hardships in their stead.