Michele looks pissed and says she lost to an “18 year old”. Jordan is mad and wanted to put Kevin up. She’s as dejected as we’ve ever seen her, poor thing. Again, Nat is gloating and telling Kevin “Final 2”. He asks if she’s playing 100% for the veto. The fact that he has to ask is pretty sad in the first place. She says “Of course!” and goes on and on about getting rid of Michele so they can dispose of Jordan at F3. Kevin’s face says it all…it’s something like “Bitch, please!”
Jordan is sulking in her bed. She wants to be alone, not part of any scheming or anything else. Kevin and Nat talk about how well Jordan did in the HOH comp (again, it was luck, but whatev, Nat). Natalie tells Kevin he has to go on the block in some elaborate scheme to confuse and distract Jordan and Michele from the fact that she and Kevin are really aligned. Um, OK, even if Jordan has an IQ of 12, which she doesn’t, who does she think this will fool? All this does is piss of Kevin, you dumbass. To wit, in the DR, Kevin says it’s been 5 minutes and Natalie already has HOH-itis. He asks us, “Do I have to slap the biz-natch?” Oh, Kevin, sometimes I do love you. And yes, if you wouldn’t mind smacking her, that’d be great, thanks! For what I think is the first time, we see Natalie smile. I’d rather we don’t see it anymore.
