It's a new day in the Bearchelor pad. As the 6 remaining contestants are getting ready for the day's activity, Castor puts the moves on our bachelor Kevin.

Kevin: "Don't you think you're getting a little too familiar too early? It's only the third day!"

Castor: "Kev, we've lived together since orientation. I've showered you that time when you threw up on yourself from too much juice at a party."

Kevin: "My stomach just does not like that much apple juice, okay?"

Today's activity is a dancing challenge! Each of our contestants gets a chance to dance with the bachelor.

Kevin: "Left, left... no, other left! Max, that's my foot!"

Jared: "I call this move "the cuddle"."

Kevin: "I sincerely doubt that the "butt grope" is a legitimate dance move, but to be honest I don't care."

Aldric: "I've got this in the bag, I've done several years of dance classes because mom said it would help me make friends. It did not work."

Almeric: "I'm not a great dancer, but I hope if I stare into his eyes enough I can distract him from that."

Kevin: "So uhhh... Gunnar, aren't you coming to dance?"

Gunnar: "Nah, that seems gay."

The contestants gather outside for the elimination.

Kevin: "Almeric, Castor, Jared, each one of you are terrible dancers but I don't really care because I like you. Aldric, you were the only one who could dance, and I like you too. You all move on to the next round."

Kevin: "Max. Please don't ever dance with me again. Gunnar. What part of dating show do you not understand?

The person I've chosen to move on to the next round is...

Max.

Gunnar, even though you're not my type I've enjoyed getting to know you."

Gunnar: "Nah it's cool. I understand some people are intimidated by all this. Give me a call when you want me back."

Having sex with Tybalt on an outdoor sofa at midnight was an impressive, impulsive climax of the tension that merely bubbled under in their study group days. One knock at the cabin door, two bottles of Capulet wine, and three hours of conversation led to Max dancing his fingers across Tybalt's cutting cheekbones. A delivery of a housewarming gift unlocked a fiery heat that crackled on a creaky couch; Max now wished he'd never opened the door to the blaze.

The sink suddenly spat water from anywhere but the tap. Max leaned into the spray as he clumsily worked at the steel with a wrench. A handyman he was not - and he wasn't making for a good husband at this rate, either.