The contestants have fifteen minutes to decide which they'd rather do: eat and read, or not eat and not read. Mark is totally egging on the girls, trying to get them to crack. (This last joke yolk brought to you by the American Egg Board.) Jen tells everyone the cards probably say something like "if you're reading this, I'm really pissed at you." Dammit Jen, that was going to be my joke. Now I'm really pissed at you. The show's producers try to build some drama by playing music reminiscent of Chariots of Fire, but they don't have much luck, because instead of inspirational footage of men running down the beach, we get shots of fat people sitting around in a room full of food. Fifteen minutes elapse, and everybody has held strong. Bob tells us having temptations like this in the house is good for them, because it helps prepare them for temptations they'll face outside the house. I only wish Bob had been there that time my parents made me choose between eating and opening a package from Ted Kaczynski. Thanks a lot, mom and dad.

Next, Bob tries to deliver an inspirational message to his team, in his own inimitable Bob-logic. In essence, it goes something like this: In order to lose weight, you have to eat. Wait, where have I heard that mode of thinking before? Oh yeah, on The Daily Show: In order to save the Iraqis, we must first kill the Iraqis. Guess Bob's logic is more imitable than I thought. In addition to being mad at Bob's unlogic, the team's also mad at Kathryn for not making her sprained ankle heal fast enough. If only Margaret from Survivor: Guatemala were on their team.