Before you know it, the contestants are back in the gym. The mood is very sullen. Bob says that he wants the contestants to leave the gym "a friggin' mess." Mark explains that the workouts are akin to being tortured in medieval times. I'm surprised the medicine balls don't already have spikes on them. There is moaning and puking and more puking and crying. Bob and Jillian scowl and scream and then, to shake things up, inflict torture calmly. Elizabeth is very short of breath, and Jillian insists that she'll live. Elizabeth has an amazing attitude about it, and seems determined to keep up if it kills her. Which it might.
Rick passed out in the last workout, but tells us that nothing's going to stop him this time. He doesn't pass out, which is a victory in itself I guess. Bob works closely with Brendan, who unwisely asks, "Are we almost done?" They might have been at one point, but no longer. Playing the role of Master of the Obvious, Brendan tells us, "I'm so out of shape." He tells us that he would lay in someone's puke right now. I might have to withdraw my endorsement of him for that comment alone. But then I give it back when he both says "Bahhhhbb" in a Boston accent. But then I take it away when he blows incredible amounts of snot out of his nose and lets it hang there. If this keeps up, it's my puke he's going to be laying in. Brendan tells us that five minutes on the Stairmaster is like purgatory. I concur, and will give back my endorsement as soon as I can get visions of his snot out of my head.
A special delivery comes to the gym. There are boxes for Brendan, Aaron, and Mark. Inside they find their favorite previously mentioned foods! Aaron's is "the terminator" -- a footlong prime rib sandwich with Thousand Island dressing and fries. When that's hot, I bet it's delicious. Jillian likens the dressing to snot, and the sandwich to deadly heroin. She wants everyone to associate this food with obesity, death, a crappy sex life, and a lack of confidence at the office. But fries! On the sandwich! It's classically delicious. Mark's sandwich is something called a "fat coco" and has chicken fingers, mozzarella sticks, French fries and lettuce. Okay, that is genius. You can call it death all you want, but at least you'd go out happy. Brendan's Boston special is called "the gravedigger." It's a bacon double cheeseburger, with extra bacon and extra mayo. It comes with fries, and Brendan prefers to wash it down with a two-liter bottle of soda.