Tonight's show began with the final four returning to the dorms after the unceremonious dismissal of Garrett, or as Gordon calls him, "GARRETT!!!!" (Not as good as "GIACAMO!!!" but a close second). Feeling proud to be the last man standing, Keith announced, "Yo, I got my bitches now." I wonder if in his fantasies, he sees himself as the culinary world's answer to Snoop Dogg. If that's true, that's a really, really sad thing to behold.

Keith may have been flying high, but Virginia, who had just escaped elimination for the umpteenth time, was emotionally drained. She collapsed on her bed and cried, occasionally wiping tears and snot with her little stuffed monkey. Note to her future grandchildren: don't get too close to that monkey.

Sara attempted to make Virginia feel better by mailing in some token phrases of encouragement such as "It's a hard knock life." Way to go, Sara. That's what I call empathy! Meanwhile, outside, Heather asked Keith how it felt to be the only guy left. "I'm a pimp, son. What can you expect?" he replied. Yes, Keith, you are a pimp. You are the pimpiest pimp there is. Your street cred is off the charts. In fact, if you were left to fend for yourself in Compton, I'm sure no one would shoot your oafish head at all. No one at all. Hey, let's test that, shall we?

Keith then told us that he wasn't concerned about Heather being his main competition. Why? "K-Grease is stronger than her," he said. K-Grease also apparently loves speaking in the third-person (or third-and-a-half really. He's a large man).

The next morning, Gordon called the chefs into the kitchen and asked them all who was the strongest. Each person volunteered themselves except Virginia who stammered that she was strong but not the strongest because her skills weren't great and last night's service wasn't very good and-- SHUT UP!

Luckily, Gordon put Virginia's insecurities to rest by saying, "I personally think you're all strong chefs because you've all gone to hell and back." Don't you mean, Hell's KITCHEN and back? Get it? Get it? I'm sure the narrator is chuckling somewhere.

Anyway, for this week's challenge, each chef would be running his or her own restaurant for lunch. "That's pimp!" Keith said. Well, if that's pimp and K-Grease is a pimp, then would it be safe to say, "That's K-Grease"? Just thinking out loud. Anyway, the winner of this challenge would receive a guaranteed spot in the final three, thus making this competition very, very important, especially for such dubious talents as Sara and Virginia. Gordo then blindfolded everyone and took them all to the secret location of their restaurants. What they didn't know was that their "restaurants" were actually just catering trucks. Insert Debbie Downer wah-wah-wah here.

Actually, this twist was pretty awesome, and the chefs welcomed it with open arms. "I've always dreamed of having one of those!" Sara told us. Kind of a random dream. It's like me saying I wished I could someday have a bottle of sun tan lotion. Nevertheless, these trucks were located at a construction site, and the chefs would each be feeding a hundred workers who'd then vote on their favorite lunch. How very Top Chef. Would Tom Colicchio be making an appearance? Or perhaps Katie Lee Joel, a.k.a. the Human Dot Matrix Printer?

Sadly, neither person showed up, but that didn't temper the enthusiasm in the air. "I was excited because I love construction workers!" Heather exclaimed. Well, too bad this wasn't a competition for who had the biggest love for construction workers. I know -- bummer.