Before we got to the pugilistic antics of this episode though, we did need to wrap up some sloppily tacked on cliffhanger issues from last week. When we last tuned in, Mary Beth was doing the tango with Patrick, much to Jillian's consternation. We were left to fret about the romantic implications of this flirting, but contrary to MTV's assumptions, I don't think anyone has been spending the past seven days nervously wondering if the Jillian/Patrick union could withstand this major setback. I mean, it's not like they're Demi and Ashton. Actually, I don't care about them either.

Well, in true Bunim/Murray fashion, this minor flirting resulted in... nothing. Jillian started dancing with Abram, Mary Beth let out a mannish laugh, and the entire tango tease fizzled away into a medley of peppy rock music and footage of the moon. Has anyone else noticed that on any given reality show, lunar cutaway shots have become the de facto "Uh, we don't know how to end this scene..." transition cheats? It's like the moon adds some significance or irony to something that wasn't there before. Cast members could be discussing lint, and then a random transitional shot of the moon will show up, and we're supposed to say "Ooh, how romantic" or "Ooooh, there's gonna be a fight" or "Ooh, this is foreshadowing something ironic. Perhaps a visit to a laundromat!" You get the point.

After the white hot romantic action at the top of the show, the Road Rulers woke up early for their next X-Treme face off: egg chugging. I know what you're thinking: was there a bungee or a blindfold involved? No. People just had to chug six raw eggs as quickly as possible. Now maybe I'm a little jaded, but this just wasn't very hardcore compared to the poor people on The Amazing Race who had to eat a whole ostrich egg, which is the equivalent of, you know, 24 normal eggs. Stupid Road Rulers.