But first (of course) there's a twist -- an unusually beneficial one, in this case. Bourdain reveals that, due to the punishing demands of restauranteuring, each team will enjoy one extra pair of helping hands. He gestures with a flourish ("Maybe you know these people from such shows as...this one") as the last four rejects -- Jen, Nikki, Mark and Andrew -- file into the kitchen. Antonia only has eyes for the women, because either Jen or Nikki can roll out the pasta, which Warehouse Kitchen desperately needs. Because Warehouse Kitchen (or, as Bourdain calls them, "Team Woodstock") was constructed by choice, Bourdain lets the dreggy Mai Buddha ("Team Altamont") choose first: Dale selects Jen, which Lisa thinks (and I agree) is a very smart decision. That leaves Nikki and her sporadic pasta-making skills for Warehouse Kitchen.

With three hours until service, things get bumpy for Mai Buddha. In making avocado puree for his halo-halo, Dale accidentally uses one brown avocado, which turns the entire batch into an unappetizing greenish-gray that could have been lifted from a 1970s Formica sample. Jen helpfully offers that it tastes good, it just looks...uh, disgusting, and Dale starts pouring olive oil into his Robot Coupe in a salvage attempt. Lisa observes that this incident throws Dale more than an executive chef should be thrown. Cut to Dale looking frazzled and cursing, face beaded with sweat. Lisa yells because someone took her rice off the stove -- wait, can Lisa actually cook rice? She informs Dale that "the rice is not done, buddy," and then informs us that she doesn't want to create a conflict with Dale (as he tells her to stop freaking out), and that she will be a mature adult by meeting his deteriorating attitude with a crap attitude of her own. It may not be appropriate, she observes, but that's how it's going to be -- one shitty mood begets another, and Mai Buddha begins a slow descent into chaos.

Warehouse Kitchen's clams get a second bath due to grittiness -- Antonia explains that it's about collective rather than individual effort and that they are looking to the full collection of dishes to keep them all safe from elimination. Mai Buddha has a different approach -- Lisa's laksa base (incorporating smoked chicken carcasses) tastes far too smoky, based on repeated sampling by Dale and Spike, but since it's not Dale's soup, he doesn't know how to fix it, and while Spike thinks Lisa should have asked him for his recipe, he believes he cannot be held accountable for what looks to be abysmal laksa (or, really, for the food in general, other than the short rib).