Ingar's fleshlight

S2, E3: Red, yellow, black, and white cards are handed out left and right. Expect plenty of spills, sweaty feet, a cheese-doodle-scented fleshlight, drumbeats, and even an epic poem by Henrik Ibsen. Laughter runs wild when the 'vagina of compliments' (or was it a 'chain of compliments'?) makes its appearance. And as if that wasn’t enough, a mysterious guest arrives—though his name isn’t Steven Seagal.