Jennifer asks them to put the Dairy Queen logo on Zip's t-shirt, and Alla is really opposed to the idea. Jennifer interviews about how as a former beauty queen, she's used to people underestimating her all the time. I bet that's true, because not only is she not so "former" in her beauty queen-ness, but also because she's not constantly pushing herself to the front of the stage screaming about how brilliant she is with her shirt pulled up over her giant brain like some people, Toral. Felisha asks -- like it's random -- that Marshawn, Toral and Rebecca stay behind to do...something...and she and the Bloven will be meeting the design guys. Carolyn looks so incredibly beautiful as she tells us how these three are being left out of some kind of weird group vibe, and I think she's right, but I also think that: Marshawn can take care of herself, and also tends to vanish anyhow; Rebecca is like a wolverine and will do whatever you want, and do it well, all the while feeding and diapering Toral with the other hand; and I wouldn't take Toral cow-tipping.

In the shuttle, the Bloven are enjoying the Zip sketch. Kristi's getting hyped and goggle-eyed about the concept of teamwork all, "Everybody added something," and for once she's being cool, and then Felisha snorts: "Well, everybody in this van," and even Kristi's like, "Yeah well, you know." She looks away, out the window, because she's not completely on board with this random potshot, which isn't even true. The thing here is that Felisha feels like she's finally in the girl's club for real, with Jennifer W. gone, and so she is just getting in there and bitching like Kristi and Alla sometimes do, but like, she's the only one laughing. If we have learned one tiny thing from Judy Blume, it's this: you are not the Heather that grows back. Those are born, not made. And certainly not made by being a gaping hole of insecurity. I like Felisha just fine, but this moment was a total dick move, and just shows she's not really Bloven material. If you have to think about it, and if you're so aching for approval that you commit a fuckup like that, you're just...Blubber. And that will bite you in the yoyo-dieting, acne-stricken ass every time.