At the subway station, the clowns are arriving. They read the clue, and although the restaurant is closer, they decide to go for the boards.

Reichen breaks his last big piece of octopus into four pieces, which he downs with four more gulps of water, and at last, they're done. They get the pit stop clue and take off in their taxi.

At last, the beleaguered Team Who makes it to the subway station. Clearly concerned about their standing and seduced by the shorter distance, they decide to go for the restaurant.

At the martial arts center, ClownJon is preparing to take his shot at the boards. He hits them so damn hard that they not only break, they fly into little tiny pieces and scatter all over the room. He even does it with a good "hyah!" "Good God," mutters an intimidated Al with a chuckle. ClownJon even looks a little surprised himself. He explains in a voice-over that he messes around in the circus breaking pieces of Styrofoam, but that really doesn't explain why he's king of this, necessarily. He lines up for the next set of boards. "Hyah!" he yells, and his punch sends everything flying yet again. He steps up for the third one. "Hyah!" This time, I think the boards just collapse out of pure fright. He steps back, bows, and it's over. And by "it," I mean "the drop-dead sexiest display of pure physical might I have ever seen from a circus clown." Al stands back, clearly thinking, "Yeah, thanks, man. I can really use a new complex."

David and Jeff arrive at the octopus restaurant. David says, "Hopefully, the Korean delicacy is pizza and Budweiser." Heh. They go inside. "Oh, my God, they're alive, David," Jeff says. Jeff describes in a voice-over how they listened to the chopping, and then before they knew it, the plates were slid in front of them. "Dude, your plate's moving," David says. Jeff looks around with some confusion, like, "Is this supposed to be like this? With the continuing movement and everything?" Next thing you know, he's pointing out the most disturbing feature of all. "The tentacles still work, bro." "One's, like, climbing off my plate," says a disbelieving David. It's true that it's been a while since my dinner made a run for it. "They suction on your teeth while you're trying to chew 'em," David says in some disbelief. "That's a big plate of it, too," says an unhappy Jeff. "Dude," David responds, "there's like eyeballs and stuff." They look at the plates miserably, beginning to realize they may actually not be able to do this task.