The final cull, as Lordsiralun picked his two finalists. Jordan was out for failing to solve a Rubik's cube in under three minutes. Neil was fired (“with regret”) for wanting to turn us into a nation of estate agents. And Fran just missed out on the final because, in the end, Lordsiralun decided we'd all rather buy cupcakes galore and sort out the ensuing lardy effects with cosmetic surgery than by keeping fit through the medium of dance.
Interviews: it was little Jordan who suffered the most crushing humiliation from Evil Claude, after attempting a failed Dragons Den-style equity negotiation on business that wasn’t even his to barter: “You are a parasite and NOW YOU HAVE BEEN TERMINATED”. Neckbeard's approach was the more successful ‘ignore and bore’. Even Margaret's eyebrows withered at the interminable sound of Neil's self-confident auto-drone.
The key to success in business according to Leah: “PICK ME I HAVE THE BIGGEST HAIR!”
Next week: You're hired! Luisa's cake-mix takes on Dr Leah's dermal filler. But will Lordsiralun opt for the Great British Bake Off or become a fully fledged member of BAAPS?
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