After James' nomination this week he's being a whiny little bitch about it, even more than Chelsia. Natalie says that she is going to send James not only to Chelsia but straight to Matty, which is a co euphemism for hell. James whines a little more about the fact that no one likes him and he doesn't have any friends left in the house.

"I wonder if those gophers would want to hang out sometime."

Despite the fact that virtually everyone in the house is determined to send James biking to the jury house, Josh is nervous about the Veto considering James' history of winning those damn things. James is so scared that he wraps himself in large beach towel, cinched up to his man tits, and whines to Sharon and Ryan about it. Ryan and Sharon allay Josh's fears telling him that all they need to do is make sure that James doesn't win and their evil plan will come to fruition.

"I got drunk, passed out, and woke up in a sarong. Ay dios mio."

Sheila gives James a pep talk in the sauna telling him that he's a warrior and she has no doubt that he's going to win. She feels it in what's left of her gut after a large portion of her lower intestine was removed due to an infection from drinking tainted Wild Turkey at a Stones concert in '73.

A little later while James sleeps peacefully in the other room Sheila gives Josh a much needed pep talk telling him that he's a warrior and she has no doubt that he's going to win. She feels it in what's left of her gut after a large portion of her lower intestine was removed due to an infection from drinking tainted Wild Turkey at a Stones concert in '73. To Sheila's dismay James isn't actually sleeping, only playing possum to keep Natalie from speaking to him. James comes out of the room and Sheila, with her large back to James, continues to talk about how they need to get James out of the house by any means necessary. When Natalie finally, ever so subtly alerts Sheila to zip it, it's far to late. James tells Sheila that he heard everything she said and now realizes that he truly has nothing in the house. Other than this chair. This chair and this remote. This chair and this remote and this hairbrush.

Seriously Natalie, leave Matt alone. He's just not that into you.

James goes back to bed to revel in his fantastic dream life where he is a pirate on the high seas. Sheila excuses herself to the backyard to talk to her true friends, the people who really care about her: Panface, Googly Eyes and the fat one. She tells them all that she's glad he heard her because he needs to know the truth and she's tired of all his crying, bad hair and walking around in crusty panties because he's directly stealing her signature moves. When Moose comes in the house he goes to the bedroom and tells Josh and James what Sheila just said, hoping to accomplish what, I'm not sure. This gets James' dander up and he marches into the backyard wearing nothing but a pink T-shirt and black panties, ready to rumble!

"Bring it on, Bike Boy. I've been locked in a limo with ZZ Top. I can handle anything."

James begins by telling Sheila that he's glad that she feels better having gotten her disdain for him off her chest. Sheila tries to lie again but before she can open her roadie-hole, James blows up into a fiery screaming banshee full of spit, in-face finger pointing and painful slander. Sheila holds her own but you just know she peed herself a little. But to be fair, she often does that when she laughs too hard. Or sneezes. Or blinks.

It's hard to look menacing in lace panties.

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