Josh interviews that Clay's being a "tyrant," and that he hopes "Clay's creativity makes up for the fact that he's got his bitch coat off." "There's absolutely zero question in my mind who's responsible," he says, "if we lose this task." And for once he's not bluffing, because he will end up giving Clay his propers by the end of it. Clay addresses the room at large with the entirely worthless "I want to put the fear of losing this into everybody in this room, because I want to win this thing." Adam looks terrified. Randal looks irritated. I'm bored, because again: you're going to henpeck and frighten these grown men into doing a great job? Which they're already doing? While meanwhile you've created something that looks like the unholy child of the Carver from Nip/Tuck and an organ-grinder's monkey with huge tits?
James and Brian accompany Clay and Mark back to Izquierdo, which Mark pronounces correctly, and Mark gets into a bodysuit. It's totally freaky, and will freak you out, but of course they're dudes so they act ten times weirder than that. Brian laughs hysterically, like he's caught in a hysteria, the entire time. James watches, smirking in a frightened manner, as Clay asks the Izquierdess if she can duct-tape Mark. It takes a second for her to figure out what he means, and just in case you also don't get it, we get a tight shot on Mark's junk for about ten minutes. It's...well, it's a body suit. It's not intended to flatter, and that's all I can say. Mark tells us, in case we still didn't get it, how he's not too keen on getting "a certain part taped up." Then they all go outside and pull the wings off flies and make bees fight, because apparently there's actually no such thing as men, just boys in suits.