Half an hour left, Lee wandering around outside looking for trucks, Sean on the phone with poor Adrian screaming that he can bring the ceiling upside down, black without the designs on it, any other ceiling he's ever made. Adrian says he'll do it, and Lee comes back in -- with eight minutes to Jay and Stephen -- and they jury-rig a truly jank solution: cardboard tubes from the packing supplies aisle at intervals, with the wrap duct-taped to them, no roof, keystone-style, the wrap holding up the pegs by being held up by the pegs, like a tee-pee, or a wigwam. Sean's just too tense: "If Adrian shows up keep him away from me."

Commercial. Firing Allie at 27\%, Lee at 21\%, Roxanne at 18\%. Exactly the opposite of what I expected, frankly, of those three, considering the blasting of hatred Roxanne received after the episode was over. And I mean, Lee deserves to win the credit for this task not only as a Rushee, but as Project Manager. I can admit that, not only because I feel that Sean deserves nothing in this world beyond the Ed McMahon Ass-Kissing Award for Misplaced Enthusiasm, but also that if my voodoo doll is working, Lee should be getting his face bitten off by a Bichon Frise in the next couple weeks anyway, so it's no skin off my face to congratulate him this week, knowing he'll get his. And really, "his" in this equation just amounts to a popping of the reality-check cherry, which will come whether I will it or no. And he's a genius anyway, so fuck it. Might as well root for Lee, given that he's the only person who has even Clue One at this point. But I physically cannot root for Lee, because I want to punch him in the box, so we'll call this one a Schrödinger for now and just, whoever wins, we can all say we were secretly rooting for him or her the whole time. That's my plan, anyway. I call it the Rancic Shuffle!