The teams head back to the gym to pick up after themselves and feel ashamed. Bob and Jillian walk in and demand to know what's going on. Kristin tells them about the temptation and the results while Bob and Jillian look suitably shocked and disgusted. Jillian interviews that she looks to the contestants to set a good example, and that is not what happened today. She's so angry that she can barely call them "contestants." Everyone is forced to admit how many calories they consumed. Sione claims he lost count. Helen only ate 1600, but she's ashamed after seeing the look on Jillian's face. "We all got crazy in there. We all got crazy." It's not Lord of the Flies, Helen. Geez. Tara admits that she ate a whopping 4,600 calories. "WHAT AN IDIOT!" Jillian squeals/interviews. She's especially upset that they disrespected her gym by eating the food there, as if the contestants had any choice in the matter. Bob and Jillian point out that in their quest for power, they all lost control. Except for Laura, who speaks up that she ended up with the ticket.

Meanwhile, Filipe can't stand to see Bob disappointed in him so he sulks in the corner. Bob says he's glad that Filipe feels like crap and Tara's sugar high has left her "glassy-eyed." Laura is not sorry about what she did, since control in this game is more important than anything else. Again, if you don't eat at all, then there's very little danger of falling below that line, so no matter who gets the golden ticket, you're safe. How is Kristin the only person to figure this out, and even then not until halfway through the game? With that, it's Ron's turn to stand tall and self-righteous as he tells Bob about how evil Filipe, Sione and Helen tried to vote him out last night. Bob says when he heard that, he started to understand why the temptation went like it did.

Bob goes outside with Ron to ask him what happened in the most dramatic of all ways: "WHAT. THE HELL. HAPPENED?" Ron says people tried to vote him out and never considered the fact that he'd stay. Now the people who tried to vote him out are scared to death. Even Bob is scared of Ron for some reason. I'm not scared of Ron. I can outrun him. Maybe if he snuck into my room while I was asleep and sat on me, I'd die. But even then, his tremendous girth would probably make my floorboards squeak so I'd wake up and be able to escape. I mean, he's got two healing ulcers. That means the man can be felled by a glass of OJ.