This year’s Hottie Cyborg wasn’t as hot, as cyborg-like or as vocally talented as last year’s edition, so she got booted to the curb tonight on The Show. Uncle Fester almost got it instead, and choosing between those two was like choosing between cancer and tuberculosis — you’re glad to get rid of one, but one still haunts you.

But now, we start getting a real field. Fester probably can’t survive another week. After that, I think Eraserhead will be shown the door. And after that — finally, sweet Jesus — I think the Toy Boy will go home. And after that, I won’t predict, because that’s when things will really start getting to be fun.