"Start the fire! Immediately!" screams Frank wonderfully, and everybody jumps into action and yells about the mouse, and Stefani squeals and jumps up on a box. "Camp has become dilapidated, disgusting, dirty, and difficult to live in!" says Stefani, proving once again that alliteration is something all good orators, which she is, have at the ready. "I'm tired of living outside!" she newsflashes, then lists all the creatures, hilariously, with which she has had to deal: wasps, the current mouse, lizards, a spider in her bed! It's the fact that she's standing regally, up on a box, in night vision, with perfect hair, screaming out the names of the beasts in her most lovely voice, like she's announcing the guests at a garden party for the queen. "Lord and Lady Wasp! The Viscount of All Mice! The Lizards of Huntington Moor! A Spider In My Bed, Esq.!" With, like, a trumpet with a flag hanging down. Frank leaves her stranded to go put on his Sleepy Suit and forget about the creature party, and Stefani does the Hot Lava Tarantella after him. Cute. Some time later, the phones ring. Kinetic are all like, "Honestly?"
How Heidi Answers: "Hello, this is Heidi."
How Stefani Answers: "Hello, this is Arrow."
Winner Of This Round: Stefani, via Trump, and thus how we're meant to view this show: never you, always the team, meaning always him.
But Arrow and Kinetic are: Pretend. Whereas Heidi and Stefani are not.
Andie's wearing a low-cut light blue number and grey eyeshadow, and takes time out of her busy schedule, which this week includes: polishing her shiny knives, thinking about the trade deficit, and worrying about Matt Saracen. (Believe me when I say you must be vigilant, lest that last become a full-time preoccupation. It nearly happened to me!) She puts on a gorgeous smile and relates the following pieces of news to Heidi and "Arrow": Four (4) members of Arrow moving into the house, hence the last scene; zero (0) tents ever again in this stupid season, now that the Yard has taken out most of the contenders and my beloved Derek; one (1) short pause while Stefani hops three (3) feet in the air and says "Awesome!"; one (1) reshuffle into three (3) teams of two (2) candidates; and complete and total PM-less anarchy from here on out. The Final Six are now leaderless: will they step up and lead themselves to victory? Or will they lead Trump into such complicated webs of logic that he shorts out and craps on them for no reason? Only time will tell. Twenty minutes from now.