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By Montykins

one and Louross is the peppy one, except with a lot more swearing on both sides. Jason claims he panics when Ramsay yells at him. Louross's basic message is "Don't let him [bleep] you up. Just come on!"

In the kitchen, Jason is still staring at a menu when Chef Ramsay yanks it out of hands. The desserts. Go! He gets as far as "Chocolate fondant with um." Chef Ramsay is appalled as Jason mumbles things like "I know this [bleep]" and "You know what, I can't do it. I really can't." Chef Ramsay brings the whole team around and grills Jason. "D'you want to go home?" "Yeah." "You want to go home." "Yeah, [bleep]." "That's you?" "Yeah." "You're done." "I'm done."

After commercials, Chef Ramsay won't give up on Jason, exhorting him to dig deep. Miraculously, he gets through the desserts. Jason interviews, "You know, I don't think he wanted me to quit. I think he wanted to beat my ass a little more! He wasn't done with the whuppin'!" Well, sure, but it's not because he's a mean person; he just wants you to actually succeed at something, and he believes that shouting at people is the best way to motivate them.

Anyway, back to the cooking: the women are up to entrees, and Vanessa's meat, which is supposed to be Medium and Medium Well is actually, according to Chef Ramsay, raw. Everyone's on the meat station! Vanessa breaks down in an interview and also in the kitchen.

On the men's side, the first Chicken Special of the evening. Bobby has to start the chicken tableside and rely on the team in the kitchen to have the rest of the dishes when they're supposed to. Matt and Louross have a breakdown in communication, and then we get an appearance by Scott (the men's sous chef) shouting at Ben about some allegedly-burnt salmon. Chef Ramsay gets into Ben's face, and Ben gets a little mopey.

Bobby's at a table of six and, thinking quickly, offers to cut the chicken into six pieces so that the whole table has something to eat while the salmon gets recooked. Jean Phillipe is a little goggle-eyed at the idea, but it seems to be getting by with the customers. On the red side, meanwhile, a customer has spelled out "S.O.S" with bread. And he gets on television! Oh, and I can actually see a cameraman in one of these shots, which happens a lot more rarely than you'd think.

On the women's side, Rosann's pan has caught fire, which causes the usual amount of bleeps and unhappiness. It flares up really nicely when Chef Ramsay throws it in the sink.

The men have reached desserts, and Jason does not inspire confidence with "Is this the right way to do it? I hope it is." And then his interview continues the theme: "I don't have a clue on this Earth what I'm doing. I hate desserts. They're tedious. Women can make desserts, you know? It ain't my thing." That's pretty good, but I'm afraid the judging has closed for this round of Misogyny Corner. I like the addition of complete surrealistic nonsense, though; it's just the sort of thing that could put you through to the round.