We spend the next minute and a half watching Lane and Hayden struggle to light the grill while Britney frets over whether or not they’re going to burn their faces off in the name of grilling hot dogs. After that, the housemates re-enter to find the four person table that Big Brother likes to move in every year about this time, so everyone can spazz out over how they’re the final four. Lane is confused as to whether or not he should be counting himself when figuring his odds of winning, as in does he have a one in three or one in four chance. Wow. I don’t think I’d be wanting to buy my oil rig from him after that one.
