But ha! Sami announces that they are not, in fact, going home. However, The Biggest Loser is now going to be "all against one." Everyone will competing against Paul and Kelly. At the next challenge, it will be six teams versus one. Ditto at the weigh-in. It will be the Yellow Team's total percentage of weight lost versus the percentage of all the other teams combined. Ooh! And then the best thing: If the Yellow Team comes in with a lower percentage than the total of the other teams, they'll automatically be sent home. But! If their percentage is higher, they get to choose who gets eliminated. That is some serious motivation. They have the advantage of choosing their trainer, who will focus exclusively on them for the entire week. Though they like them both equally, the fact that Jillian has led all of her teams to victory causes them to pick her. Plus, they know she will administer serious beatings all for the greater good of a victorious collective "vengeance is mine!"-style ass-whupping. I think it's the right decision.
Several of the non-Yellows discuss the situation, and Dan thinks they should crunch the numbers from last week to see if they beat Kelly and Paul. Bette-Sue thinks they're going to be fine. Ali stumbles upon an interesting thing -- not all of the mushed-up team of twelve actually might WANT Kelly and Paul to go home. Hmmmm. Ali also thinks that the Pink Team's vote pissed off Paul and broke Kelly's heart. They're on a highway to the danger zone. Jenn tells us that there's a lot of tension in the house, and it's not pretty.
Kelly and Paul discuss how pissed they are. Paul thinks it's positive, because the other teams have awoken the fighter within him. He's usually a teddy bear, he says, but he might have to get mean. Maybe this us-against-the-world scenario will be the straw that finally breaks the camel's bareback love and these two crazy kids will finally reunite. Kelly doesn't think she's a warrior, but Paul tells her she has to be. He interviews with absolute clarity that he's ready for this battle. I have total underdog syndrome because all of a sudden I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Paul pulls out his Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club jacket, because that's how he rolls. He shares some wisdom from the ancient art of kung-fu: "Beware the tiger who stands before you meek and beautiful, though that tiger will kill you just for the sport of it." Paul is the tiger. I can totally see this in him, as I've always suspected that he thought Frosted Flakes were grrrrrrrrrrreat! A gong sounds, and Kelly and Paul march downstairs to music from, like, Gladiator. All right, then. When they finally get to the kitchen, all of the other teams have gone. Well, that was easy.