This spellbinding sequence is framed by Sean's confessional, in which he attempts to evoke sympathy in the viewer when he says, "They were walkin' really slow. They were lollygaggin'! And I was really cold." Er, I'm sorry, but did somebody just say "lollygaggin'?" Could he be any more of a dad? But not that child abusing, runaway, deadbeat, bettin' on the ponies, intolerant, waited-until-we-were-down-to-our-last-food-stamp-and-then-used-it-to-buy-a-two-bit-hooker kind of dad all these poor kids seem to have been cursed with. Another kind of dad. Basically, he blames Kameelah for everything. And so, his confessional continues, "I walked up ahead of the group. And I called her a bitch." And in truth, she is being just exactly ten different lethal strains of bitch, but considering my intense (and still deepening, somehow) detestation for Sean, I do not fault Kameelah's actions, reactions, or behavior in any way. Montana pipes in on the action for long enough to voice the collective opinion of the group: "Oh, Sean, okay, shut up." Exactly. Somebody should rename the entire series that. Hell, somebody should rename the entire planet that. Anyway, they finally make it into a T-stop, Kameelah telling Sean that "we're not gonna discuss this in public." Much to my surprise and delight, everyone else in the house believes this entire escapade to be beyond the boundaries of the merely "stupid" and "unnecessary," and they continue cracking up in the background while ostensible drama unfolds before the camera. Oh, this chain of fools and their wacky, foolish ways.