I'd say that was pretty much the worst-case scenario: the summer of posers just got replaced by the summer of posing...

Brian? Was screwed from the start, so at least he should have been used to it. Tie him in to the Brains team in a physical contest designed to induce flashbacks in all prior victims? Sure, he was getting in, just as soon as he found where they'd hidden the grappling hook. Jessica had some chance to enter, but not much of one -- and she also had something in common with Brian: in the end, I think we could have lived with either one being back in the cage. Brian's entertaining and Jessica's tolerable: both qualities are rare in hamsters.

Cowboy... now that was a moment worthy of a full cringe. We just barely dodged that bullet during B.B.A.Stards and while the loaded gun had a total misfire this time around too, there was that faint chance the bullet would land in Julie's foot, where she would promptly ignore it for the next three months. You just know he would have been carried along to the end, don't you? Learn from previous experience? Come in with a strategy? The man couldn't even be bothered to switch hats. Brought in tow as an F2 pasty for a second time as he spent a second summer in hero worship of people who forgot his name by wake-up call each morning.

But that's still better than what we got.

Jessie. Oh, gawds, Jessie. Remember Jessie's conversational pattern? It's not that hard to bring back: there was only one. He loved him some him, and he spread that love all over himself with every breath he took, which he also happened to love because his was an all-encompassing love that covered everything there was -- as long as the only thing in existence was his own self-perceived perfect self.

Oh, and then there's the personality. He's a manly man who's into manly things and all those who do not fit his standards of manliness must go, which quite possibly includes the women because they can't be as perfect as he is. On the other hand, his IQ got squeezed out of his brain by that last round of muscle-building temple clenches, so he combines that trait with the ability to be fooled by whoever spoke to him last with whatever story they could sell, but they'd better be ready to sell it twenty times an hour because as soon as Jessie starts counting off his reps, everything he learned in the past week goes bye-bye.

He expects worship. He demands tribute. There's a good chance he can't spell either one.

it's gonna get bad and it's gonna get worse
save us
save us