Meanwhile, Sunshine and O'Neal share some special times. They've gotten even closer recently, and can't imagine being on the show without each other. O'Neal says that when he goes to the gym, he has to remember the thinnish hottie he once was. O'Neal was a green beret! A jungle expert, at that! Who jumped out of planes! That's how he fucked up his knee, apparently. O'Neal then met his wife, left the army, and they had a family. He was very strict with his boys when it came to health, but not so much with Sunshine. They both got continually bigger. Sunshine tells us that she's never had a boyfriend, has never been on a date, and has never felt attractive. She says that not loving herself is the worst feeling, and that if she doesn't love herself no one can love her in her eyes. That is the wisdom that RuPaul spouts every week! It was Sunshine's idea to come on the show, and O'Neal realized that this was the time to give back to her and treat her right. A tearful O'Neal says that he'd do anything for Sunshine. Their relationship is very sweet and loving, which means they're bound to be wrenched apart soon enough.

Weigh-in! The Black Team is hoping that their underdog power will prevail for a second week. Lance makes some sort of metaphor involving britches that I don't care to recount. You all know how this works. The team with the lowest percentage of weight has to vote someone off. The player on that team who has the highest percentage of weight lost will have immunity. The Blue Team weighs in first, and O'Neal kicks it off. He goes from 316 to 311 for a loss of 5 pounds. Not quite the 8 pounds he wanted, but he acknowledges that work week was hard. Sunshine is next. She goes from 232 to 225 for a loss of 7. Good work! She's happy. Next is Michael, with his Bjorn Borg headband and John McEnroe fro. He goes from 417 to 408 for a loss of 9. He seems happy enough about it. Michael has lost 118 pounds in the past 8 weeks, which is pretty crazy.