"Kinetic, let me tell you about another winning team: the L.A. Lakers." He fudges that they've won 14 NBA championships, "more than anybody else," but weren't a lot of those when they were on a different team, in another state? And was that state not Minnesota? And isn't mentioning them -- and co-opting their championships -- kind of gauche to do in Minnesota? I don't even know what sport they play, I think the "beeeeeee" in "NBA" stands probably for "basketball"; that's my educated guess. I don't know anything about sports, who knows what the etiquette is. You could tell me literally anything under the sun about sports, I'd believe you. "Jacob, did you know that in hockey, at halftime, they line up and do a dance in their skates, on the ice, and that lots of highly regarded players are actually not that great at hockey, but command huge salaries anyway just for the flash they add to that twinkling, magical halftime show?" I'd be like, "See, this is why I have questions about Canada." So anyway, they're going to go to the Lakers training center and play some sport or another with the Lakers, and Kinetic is getting back into the mansion, and Aimee is now the PM and Viceroy in perpetuity, and Aaron's getting fired, which we already knew. He makes a face like he's having a stroke or something that has rendered him a moron.
Arrow packs up, leaving the house FILTHY as usual, and Frank sings a dumb song about the campsite, and Tim and Nicole whatever, and Frank interviews that it was like they'd just rented a hotel for the night, basically. And Nicole comes ever closer to explaining exactly why I so violently hate her: "It makes me hate camp so much more knowing what the other team gets! Knowing the luxuries on the other side, and we're living like dogs over here! Seriously, it's not even funny anymore! It's got to end. We have to win! ARGH!" She's so obsessed with bitching about this instead of manning up and dealing with it, but there's a little message behind it when she talks that has to do with the confusion she seems to have about how to excel. Like, whether or not they live in the house, it doesn't seem to have a lot to do with her team's performance on the task, or her own performance on the task: it's just like something that happens to them at random. Which is a kind of addict way to be. I'm not saying she's an addict -- or anything so interesting, by any stretch -- but I just have a deep mistrust of people who demonstrate a pattern of thinking this way. "I hate it outside because I am jealous of the other team! My jealousy is a stronger goad to perform well than any kind of innate need to excel! I am motivated by pettiness and too stupid to keep quiet about it!"