Next up? The elimination challenge. The task? Create a chocolate dessert so luxurious that it will impress even Jacques Torres, or as they insist on calling him: Mr. Chocolate. Everyone gasps in horror. I wonder if as a pastry chef having to make chocolate for Jacques Torres is similar to the horror we civilians would feel if Martha Stewart stopped by for afternoon tea. But that's tomorrow. Gail sends the chefs home to get settled in and start annoying each other. They live up to expectations with all the special needs kids demanding private baths and featherbeds and non-snoring roommates.

The next day the chefs head back to the kitchen to make the most of their four hours of cooking. They are starting to feel out their competition (not feel up, or at least not on camera, not yet) and eyeing the cooking skills of their neighbors. Chef Morgan is working on a deep-fried chocolate pie, chocolate flan combo when tragedy strikes: Someone put the oven on convection! Fuck you GE Monogram! Zac, who lost the cupcake challenge so resoundingly, is seeking redemption via brownie sundae. Strangely enough that is usually how I seek redemption too. Also comfort, joy, and bliss. Judge Johnny comes in to do his best impersonation of Tom Colicchio's sniff n' sneer. So far Johnny's hair has far more personality than the rest of him. Hopefully he'll come out of his chocolate shell soon. He notes that Seth is not skating on his immunity, Tania is bringing lots of texture, Danielle is hellbent on deconstruction, and that's all we get from Judge Johnny. Tania has miffed her mousse and is now referring to it as "pastry hummus", which sounds like it would go really well with the fried carrots. There's no time to fix the mousse, though, because they are heading out the door.