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When the Gold Team is let back into the vault and informed of their power, they all try to convince Entertainer to "pick strong". But they're all kind of talking over each other, and finally Entertainer reminds us of his all empowering status as Paymaster, and that they all need to shut up. He can send whoever he wants home. And his first choice is...Butterface. This couldn't be more stupid, but because she's so despicable, I can't help but be down with it. Then he chooses Heat. Because he's "dating" Destiney now, and Heat was "dating" her for a few days, and it's awkward. If one day in the pool and one night in an I Love Money bunk bed is considered "dating", Entertainer's even more stunted then I thought.

Entertainer's final pick is Mr. Boston. "What the fuck?" wonders Pumkin, "Two weak asses and an idiot?" I'm having a hard time determining who's the idiot in this equation. Heat, Butterface and Boston...close call. But Entertainer thinks that Boston isn't as dumb as he seems and he's got to "get in his head". Twelve Pack is another Gold Team member disappointed in Entertainer's decision, when they could have eliminated at least one of the Stallionaires. "Completely stupid," he announces. But Entertainer's feeling good about things. He's in charge, and in his precious little eight-year old brain, that's all that matters.

So Entertainer and the eliminees head out on the Power Outing, and the good mood continues. It's the best food he's eaten so far in Mexico! Look, a big pool! The ocean! The table's set up! There's wine! Well, at least he gets points for enthusiasm. And Boston's busy plotting. He's going to do whatever it takes not to get sent home tonight. "Maybe I'll even pull a Toastee and break a leg," he suggests slyly. The Power Outing is a wine tasting, and as they get to sipping, Entertainer wants to know why everyone's so quiet. "I'm the easiest guy to get along with in the world!" he guffaws. Okay, first of all, whenever anyone tells me how easy they are, the warning bells go off in my head, and it's pretty much a guarantee that they will be as big a pain in the ass as possible. Second, easy to get along with as long as you're not "dating" the girl he likes or actually being a girl he doesn't like.

Ensure. Try it, it will help with the lines.

Boston chooses this moment to put his plan into action. He starts acting sick, and Entertainer and Heat are immediately concerned. "I just started not feeling well after the Vault thing...," he says. Oooh, don't overdo it, I think. But Boston has played it correctly. "How much more wine is there?" he wonders weakly. Oh, only seven bottles. And at this news, Captain B starts puking. Is it real puke or is he fake puking? And if it's real, how the hell did he manage that? Did he stick his finger down his throat under the table? I really don't understand. I'm sure he must be fake puking, but Heat witnesses the action and points out how cool it is - there's blood in Boston's puke! Fabulous!

"Sir, could you please get this man a bucket?" Lord Entertainer queries the waiter. "Let it out, brother," yells Heat joyously. I guess we know what kind of kinky shit he's into. Butterface is disgusted. And then Boston appears in interview to remind us that he was totally faking it - he just started puking his guts out. I still want to know how. I mean, crying you can turn it on and off, but puking? How is he doing this? I'm fascinated. Boston is only worried that the puking is going to ruin his chances with Butterface.

Well, after Vomit-gate '08, Entertainer turns his attention to Heat. He reminds Heat that he told him he was okay with the whole Entertainer / Destiney love affair. "You came up to me, you were honest...I have to shake your hand for that," Heat simpers. Destiney's right, this guy is the biggest wimp ever. He steals your girl and you want to shake his hand? You know when Heat was a little kid he was totally bringing free candy for the bullies who were beating him up. What a head case.

Cute slightly offensive skirt, though.

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