Then Stefani's breasts attempt to conquer Gladstone's, and there are -- I was right! -- more drinks with stupid gigantic fruit, and James gives an unending toast with that voice of his, and Surya tells us all about how he's "the underdog" and how he "let" Arrow Corp into the house this week. OH! You know what he's like, is Lee from last year. Not the self-aggrandizing huffy Toral shit, that's his own, but the self-mythologizing crap is totally reminiscent of that little pisher. I wonder where he is. I wonder where Adam is, and if he's still lying about being a virgin. I wonder -- this is true, I was thinking about it last night -- what superstud77's up to. I love this show. So Frank congratulates Surya on finally getting in the water, and asks how old he is, in order to make the joke that Surya is a wiener. Which he is, and we already knew that, but proves only more hardcore as he sing-songs about how condescending that is for Frank to say. Um, like "Frankie Suits" could ever condescend to anybody. I don't think you know what that word means. James interviews, Rachel Raying it up about how it wasn't Surya at all, he can't believe how awesome Surya seems to be finding himself, when in fact he was "lucky to be part" of the rest of the team rocking out. And I don't know if I would say that to the camera, but I know that's how I'd be feeling privately, because it's pretty much how I feel from here outside the show.