I seriously can’t get over the retarded amount of fuckery going on here. I’m actually angry about it. Like for real angry. The blue team just got upgraded like a motherfucker, and it has the two people I want to see go home the hardest. I hope Frank tanks this round, because there’s no doubt he can beat BR in a pressure test.
WannaHooch tells us she’s pretty sure her team hates the fact that they got stuck with her as a captain. Yep. I bet they do. I hate the fact that they got stuck with her, too.
So, they get 90 minutes to prep and cook before the cowboys start arriving.
WannaHooch basically ignores concerns from her new team that mashed sweet potatoes are going to take too long, and spicy green beans aren’t “cowboy enough.”
If this fails…it’s on her.
Sadly, just because you were a dumbshit team captain who didn’t listen to anyone doesn’t mean you’re the one who gets canned.
On the other side, of course, Frank takes input from his team, and they decide on garlic mashed taters, corn, and bbq strip steak.
Gordie and Bastage take turns jerking off Wal-Mart for the high quality of these steaks.
Bastage stops over to ask if Becky just took charge, because for some reason the team captain isn’t the one manning the grill. Kinda confused by this whole deal. Technically, the team captain should be trying to play to people’s strengths. At the end of the day, the elimination will have nothing to do with how noticeable your task was…
On the blue team, Frankie has DareDevil in charge of grilling the corn…
This is probably not going to boost her stock in the team challenges…
Well, gotta keep things interesting I guess.
And speaking of, on the red team, the Beckster has already cooked the steaks up to a nice medium, when she’s only supposed to be searing them. They only have 105 steaks to feed 101 cowboys, and she’s overcooked like 25 of them already. That’s gonna hurt.
The judges take a minute to talk about how smoothly Frank’s inherited blue team is running. Bastage tells us they’re feeding off his confidence, thusly implying that the red team is feeding off WH’s “chicken with her head cut off” ness…
Of course, there is another problem with the blue team, because Frank has been stacking all the seared steaks in a bucket, and the ones on the bottom are basically poaching in the juices. So basically, they’re dealing with the same kind of problem the red team is.
Back on the red side, they don’t have nearly enough sweet potatoes to go around, and with 15 minutes left they’re scrambling to remedy that.
…and these look to be some hungry cowpeople…
Gordie walks over to the blue team to taste their food, and spastically warns him that the top of the pot is hot. Gordie replies “My name’s fuckin’ Ramsay, not Martinez…”