Meanwhile, Oily Bohunk and Claire snog round the place unchaperoned while Syrus and Jane have retired to his bed. Oily Bohunk and Claire choose the bathroom as the ideal locale for an expression of their stumbling, drunken love, but Kameelah shortly after takes off on an inadvertent nookie-spotting tour of the facilities. She walks from room to room whispering Genesis's name. She pulls back the curtain to her room, and discovers Syrus mid-banging in the three-person bedroom before finding Genesis in her (Kameelah's) bed. She then discovers Bohunk and Claire in the bathroom, and she leaves the door to that room open while walking fumingly around the house muttering, "Okay. Okay. Okay." So she takes refuge in the one room in which she knows she won't find carnal goings-on, as Elka seems to have mysteriously disappeared and Montana hasn't spent enough time with a camera following her around to interest anyone in becoming her boyfriend so far this week. So she sits on Montana's bed and marvels, "I go in the bathroom and there's someone doing it in the bathroom. No. NO." I guess the part about where she proclaimed the entire situation to be "okay," "okay," and "okay" has receded in the face of the spoken-in-conviction "no," yet another excellent indicator that the cranky, prone-to-mood-swings Kameelah is nothing more than the temperamental witch Syrus has labeled her as in the first damn place. Or, as the case may be in this particular situation, not. Not this week, anyway.

Oily Bohunk emerges from the bathroom to find the self-appointed Firehouse Enforcer waiting for him. Bohunk: "We're just chillin'." Hmmm. I see his logic and morality are both as slippery as his oily bohunkery, it seems. Kameelah doesn't slip: "No, you don't chill in people's houses, makin' out in every room. It's disrespectful." He doesn't quite apologize while he's busy excusing his actions with the two-pronged impermeable defense of being "drunk" and "chillin'," and Kameelah tells him that the upstairs (Sigh. Nine weeks in and I still have no idea how many floors this funhouse has) is off-limits to guests. Apparently, Your Honor, Oily Bohunk would like to enter a "Not Guilty" plea on the airtight defense that he was "just chillin'." Claire, finally having found a place in her ears for all of the clip-on costume atrocities that came jangling to earth when they came into contact with the lubricating natural oils produced by snails, slugs, and said oily bohunk, exits the bathroom as well, and Kameelah sends them both downstairs. She goes with them. The fight continues. Bohunk leaves. Bohunk waits outside.