We open to the guys nestled in their beds, visions of sugar-plums dancing in their heads. The Entertainer explains just how crazy the previous day was, in case we've forgotten, and says he doesn't know what the hell's going to happen next. It's not really a huge surprise; they're going to get a note from New York, just like they do every morning. Shock of shocks, that's exactly what happens! Since last night was rough, New York wants to treat them to a nice breakfast. They're to start eating and then New York will join them, which makes me laugh. I know New York said she wasn't a breakfast person, and I'm not either but I would never send a note like, "Hey dudes, eat up and I'll grace you with my presence once you're finished." What a romantic encounter!

Punk says he doesn't know what happened last night. I know what happened: you flipped a table over, you crazy fuck. I actually like Punk and don't think he's that psycho, but when someone acts outrageously and is like, "Golly gee, I don't know what happened at all!" it's kind of a warning sign. He says he's not going to hold anything against New York, which is sweet since he's the one who got violent, and he'll be here to give her his true love as long as she's looking for it. Aww, it's easy to warm up to his kind of crazy. Unfortunately I cannot warm up to his breasts.

Rack 'em up!

Seriously, what the fuck are those? Yay for working out, but dude, he has a fully developed balcony. There's a difference between boobies and muscles, and Punk falls on the wrong side of that line. Amazingly none of the other guys mention this at breakfast, and instead they talk about what they learned about New York last night. Tailor Made (whose real name is George Weisberger, an amazing fact I discovered from Nads' interview) feels bad for New York since he saw her crying at the elimination ceremony. Buddha says she cried because she's torn between garbage and kings. Um, all right. Sometimes Buddha says things that I feel like he's been saving for months, and it's just not the right time to bust that phrase out. This is one of those moments.

New York comes downstairs to chat, and she tells the camera she's worried the guys will leave her after the drama. That's her inspiration to seductively say she missed them, which is so awesome because she was basically just like, "I'm afraid of being alone, so I'd better flirt really hard." Watch out, New York, I can read ya mind! She assures the men that last night's apology was sincere, and she wants to have fun with them today. Even though it's like 10 AM she sounds totally wasted. Looks like someone had a few too many breakfast mimosas.

She says she has something really awesome planned, but then she sighs and asks if everyone's happy with her. So co-dependant, my goodness. Everyone confirms their sheer delight except Buddha, so she asks to speak to him alone. Punk is sick of Buddha sulking and pouting, trying to get attention from New York, but of course he only tells that to the camera and not to Buddha himself. I'm a total instigator -- I want more drama! New York takes Buddha outside and announces that he's mad at her, but he replies he's disappointed. He's giving her the best of him, but since she's taking it for granted, he had to pull the brakes on his feelings. He asks why she brought him back if she wants someone else, but she says that ship has sailed. "If I wanted to be with him," she starts, taking a deep breath that implies something amazing will come next, "...I would." Not gonna lie, that made me laugh. New York has a way of keeping things hilariously simple. She tells Buddha she's trying to move past last night, and he just sucks it up and accepts it.

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