We open on doom music that simply does not belong, and we think maybe Osher pressed the wrong… button.
All da boiz are debriefing on the moment the ultimate boi Sam got sent home last week and we do not need reminding as we were all there.
“I’m still shaking ay,” Blake says, and to be honest he looks fine.
Just as da boiz pause to reflect, Sophie emerges unexpectedly.
She leads them outside where… Oh Jesus.
It’s Osher. He has a series of tests.
It's clear that in order to be allowed to plan another game, Osher was told he had to enlist the assistance of an "expert" to ensure there was context/rules/a scoring system etc.
But Osher became a Bachzilla and told the expert man to shut up and let him do the planning because games are his speciality.
Narrator: But games were not Osher's speciality.
The series of tasks are... well they're ridiculous.
First the men are presented with a board and have to create a pie chart representing their personality traits, such as 'humour', 'emotional' and 'disorganisation', which is highly problematic... grammatically, but also... conceptually.
They establish how many 'disorganiseds' they are ON THE CHART and then an expert man from e-Harmony analyses them.