This week's episode began with NBC's latest attempt to lure viewers from Deal or No Deal. In previous weeks, the network has started the episode nearly right on top of the game show, cutting out the recap in favor of simply showing the last boardroom again. This time around, NBC tried to do a little mix. We saw the boardroom, but then Trump returned as the ranking narrator, which was awesome because I had totally forgotten how great it was to hear him blaring expository information.

"I SENT TWO PEOPLE HOME!" Trump yelled at us, adding, "SENDING TWO PEOPLE HOME IS A THIRTY BILLION DOLLAR INDUSTRY!"

Ah, had to get it in there. (As if I won't be making the joke thirty more times by the end of this recap).

Nevertheless, Trump emphasized how the women all hated Sean now, saying, "This week, Sean still finds himself alienated by the women of Synergy." I'm sorry. I meant to write, "THIS WEEK, SEAN STILL FINDS HIMSELF ALIENATED BY THE WOMEN OF SYNERGY!" I CANNOT STOP YELLING!

Sadly, the Trump Recap ended as quickly and awkwardly as it had begun, and we then found ourselves up in the suite where the clique-tastic women of Synergy sat around and stewed over Sean. Allie was still super pissed off that Sean had suggested two weeks ago that Allie be fired instead of Andrea. And because the women of Synergy are essentially a three headed beast sharing one brain, Tammy and Roxanne had no other choice but to totally agree with their Cabbage Patch Doll leader. To be fair, Tammy was a little more reluctant to bash -- after all, she had just enjoyed that charming pizza dinner with Sean. She was still coasting off the Notting Hill effect.

Oh look! They're shearing a... cactus?

Well, Lee and Michael returned from the boardroom, and when they announced that Tarek and Charmaine had both been dropped to the curb, the Synergistas reacted in ridiculously dramatic form. Allie grabbed Michael and stared into his face with a forlorn expression, almost as if he'd just survived some sort of intense three-car pileup involving terrorists, a chemical spill, and a fireball. "It'll all be okay now," her eyes seemed to say. She was basically honing her inner Linda Hamilton. Random aside: I would love to see Allie in an action movie. Her awkwardness would be unparalleled.