CJ tells us that his sauce broke and the only way to bring a sauce back is to add fat, something they aren't allowed to do. He plates his tuna casserole in rings and notes that it made a "big, muddy, gross mess." True dat. "I hate my dish," he tells Hung, and we see a flaky chunk of cooked tuna fall pathetically off the stack. Ugh -- the whole thing has the shape of something he just schllloomped out of a Friskies can. It doesn't help that the tuna on top looks like something that would drive my cats wild with delight.