Drunk time! Wooo! Frank is getting in CT's face; he interviews that he's just pushing CT's buttons to try to get him to throw a punch and get thrown out. Adam tries to break it up and CT goes ballistic, telling him that he's acting just like he did in Paris. You guys, can we pause for a moment to realize: we-- the United States-- sent CT to Paris? Isn't there some kind of export law against that? So we flash back to another clip of CT and Adam in Paris. This one is priceless, though, as we watch CT peck his two-ton concrete head at Adam, yelling at him for not "having his back." What is hilarious about this whole situation is that CT-- in 2008-- is still stewing about an incident that happened five years ago, an incident in which he was not only wrong but was caught on film being wrong. 2008 CT takes his forty and dumps its contents on Adam's head.
Adam gets riled up and makes some motions toward fighting CT. Eric holds him back and Adam interviews that CT is a drunk, narcissistic idiot with a "fourteen word vocabulary." Bravo, Adam! Then Kenny weighs in, interviewing that CT is a "piece of shit" for picking on Adam like that. Don't you just love how Kenny is sometimes like Satan in Paradise Lost, this totally charming bad guy who can sometimes just cut right through the shit? Oh, no? It's just me then? Diem at some point has tip-toed up to CT and is trying to not get her poor little ill-coifed head bashed in as CT rages around-- punching a cactus-- and then slurs to her, sotto voce, "I want to get angry! I want to hurt people!"
Okay, how can I say anything after all that? That was brilliant. Anyway, later on, Adam vents to Frank about what an ass CT is and then offers to consider throwing the male gauntlet if the Rookies promise to throw CT in.
Commercials. The challenge is "Well Balanced." There are two huge unbalanced, disc-shaped platforms. Each team has to get all their players standing on top of the platforms and spread around until the disc balances around its center pole for 10 seconds. ["Considering 99% of the time these drunken morons can't balance around their own center pole for 10 seconds, I found this to be a hilarious appropriate challenge." -- Joe R] Danny is worried. Evan is talking. As always. The challenge starts and we watch groups of seven to twelve people stand on a surface, yelling at each other and occasionally moving a step or two to the right or left. Like the longest line, on the hottest day, behind the fartiest man at Six Flags ever. This goes on forever.