Commercials. I wonder if I would have had more fun in college if I had taken a blender. I'm not sure it ever occurred to me.

The boys take one more look at their plates of octopus and decide that it's just not happening for them. "Do you want to go karate chop three boards? Let's," Jeff says. "You want to?" David says. "Yeah," Jeff says. David chuckles, and they leave. He then voices over that if he had eaten one or two more bites, he would have thrown up. Yeah, I kind of had that impression.

Here's Al, gearing up for the board-punching. It takes him two punches to get through the first set. The second set, he demolishes very nicely. Ditto the third. They bow again, and it's time to go. They read the clue and go outside and hop in a cab.

Team Who shows up at the boards, and Jeff remarks that they were "both ready to take some aggravation out" anyway, and then we see Jeff making short work of the boards. David steps up and flubs the first punch, but from there, it's pretty much POW! POW! POW! "At least I could do something right," he voices over. That's the key to their success -- punching! More punching! They read the pit stop clue and leave.

BuffJon and Kelly are in their cab on the way to the pit stop, and they're debating whether to bail and run for the palace -- which they think they see -- or to wait it out in traffic. The Chipsters, meanwhile, are unhappy with their cab driver for being "a wimp" who "wouldn't pass anybody." Kelly and Jon do eventually bail on the cab and run, though she's convinced they're in the wrong place. Jon thinks they can just feel their way around the palace until they find the flags, while this makes Kelly very nervous. Chip, meanwhile, is telling their cab driver that they're getting out, too. "This isn't it, Jon," Kelly says some more. Before you know it, however, she and BuffJon are running up to the mat. I have to say that if I were ever in a position to either take directions from Kelly or do the exact opposite of that, I might well choose the latter. Welcome to Seoul, BuffJon and Kelly, you are team number one. They are extremely excited. "I didn't break my hand for nothin'!" she says happily. Phil shares the good news that they've won a vacation to "the sunny Caribbean" for after the race. You know, it's no "six days and five luxurious nights at the fabulous Trump Cabana St. Croix," but it does sound less dodgy than "festive Latin America." "You guys are number one," Phil says. "This is our first time -- we're virgins," Kelly says coquettishly. "She's the only girl," BuffJon says, pointing at Kelly, "and she just kicked all their butts." This takes Kelly a moment to absorb, and then she jumps up and down excitedly. "That's right!" she says happily. Hee. They smooch again.