Males first. Chase, PSquared, Jeremy. Gosh, guess which one of them is gonna go through.

Ryan attempts to make pointless banter fill some airtime. Suspense is dead. This may also apply to Ryan.

Some footage from last night. Jennifer says something stupid. That part may be live. Then Randy says something stupid. That part is computer-programmed and triggered by remote. Steven says something truly stupid. Actually, it's not Steven, it's a vaguely man-shaped heap of drug residue. But really, how intelligent would you expect a stack of pill casings to be?

Jimmy speaks. Since Jimmy is a tool of the producers and helped to arrange every bit of sabotage, we will ignore him for the rest of the thread.

More filler. The pill casings collapse inward by a tenth of an inch. The resulting fumes take out the front row.

Jeremy out.
Chase out.
PSquared through.

The world's stupidest audience can't even pretend surprise at this. But then, they're stupid. Imagination requires brains.

We go to the females.

Jessica, Holly, Brielle, and Hallie. So the Worsters are up earlier than usual.

Overpaid idiots make babbling sounds no one can be bothered with listening to.

Reminders that most of these people were brought in to fill out the episode count. Also reminders that if The Voice went head-to-head, this show might die. Hey, NBC, wanna play chicken? But looking at your schedule, you've been doing that for years...

Brielle is asked to pretend she made her own song choice. She does, because she had enough brains to read her contract. So naturally the audience hates her.

Brielle out.
Two of the remaining three in.
Nigel really shouldn't torment his potentially-last loyalists like this.
Hallie out.
Jessica and Holly in.

So we've filled out three of the thirteen and determined the first two eliminations. Next?