After we establish that Cha-Cha-Cha has also gotten on the 8:40 AM through their online explorations, we go back to Gary and Dave, who are discussing their little dust-up. Dave says that Gary could have been a little nicer, and Gary responds that they have to "know their strengths," so Gary will "talk to people" and Dave can "open the clues." Okay, heh. I will admit that line isn't a complete washout, though I hardly think Gary has shown any particular gift for talking to people either, so he's not necessarily got all that much to brag about.

Tara and Wil are -- I know you're shocked -- fighting. She still looks horrible. He bends down to talk to her, exactly like he would if she weren't, you know, a grown woman, and he says, "We're playing a game, and we're here to win big money." And then he walks away. TOOL. At least he didn't give her a lollipop. Tara continues the World's Most Stupid and Unromantic Romance by explaining that she never really has gotten along with Wil, and mentioning that she gets along better with Boston. More yapping about the Taraweasel bickering, and then here's a shot of her sitting in Chris's lap. Yeah, I know. That's the other Boston. I have a feeling she parks in a fair number of laps without meaning a whole lot by it, because she's that girl precisely. Fortunately, that girl and that guy tend to get along, so she and Alex might make each other very happy, in a sort of mutually-in-it-for-the-wrong-reasons kind of way. At any rate, Chris says that he and Alex are going to screw Wil and Tara before Wil and Tara screw them. Oh, write your own damn "screw" joke, people. I'm too tired, and I can't do everything. I mean, if you can't write your own "screw" joke, shouldn't you be off practicing instead of waiting for me to make one for you? Well, shouldn't you?

Commercials. Can you hear me now, sobbing and begging you to stop this infernal advertising campaign before my brain dissolves into a formless puddle of goo and begins leaking out of my ears while I'm asleep? Good.