Without even the aid of a Dateline exposé, Bravo went and exposed the darker side of Project Runway. In attempt to butch up what's been dubbed the gayest season ever, Today Show anchor and former New York Giants running back Tiki Barber showed up as the inspiration for a menswear design challenge. There was no fawning and crying over Barber for being an alleged fashion icon (mostly because no one but Kevin, a.k.a. the Straight Guy, knew who he was), and so the designers had to actually get creative for a change. Unfortunately, that "creativity" translated to some of the freakiest shit to ever walk down the runway (outside of America's Next Top Model challenges).

When the designers began to collectively whine about having no experience making menswear—why would it make sense to practice making menswear before coming on a competitive fashion reality show?&mdsah;it was clear a harbinger of repellant creations to come. And come they did. The only thing missing was blood on the design room floor. Jack led the fray of designers using his shorts as a pattern to help make their clothes. Rami held onto his integrity (whatever) and didn't use a pattern, instead opting to design a boring outfit that has already retired to a time-share in Boca.

But his outfit was in great company, because all of the designers were clearly too overwhelmed to bother making anything resembling presentable. Victorya lost her Vera Wang coolness factor by throwing together an awful white jacket; Chris made a garment for a funeral at the Roxbury; Steven made something that's only memorable for the "clever" quips and dated Titanic jokes he kept dropping throughout his process; and Christian once again went for an '80s rock video theme. Maybe the show actually does need a celebrity for the designers to go nuts over at the beginning of the challenge.

Ultimately, three designers screwed up worse than others. Ricky, because once again his designs are a literal manifestation of how boring this season is, Carmen for thinking golf chic is in outside of a two year old Kanye West video shoot, and Sweet P for turning leftovers and the models who wore them into something that looked like Frankenstein's monster. (Sweet P was terrified that her mess would earn her a ticket home, but as Chris astutely observed, "Please, there's a lot worse stuff in here going on.") Real talk. The two finalists couldn't even finish their designs—Ricky had to recruit a model to sew on buttons, and Carmen somehow thought draping a scarf over her model's chest would hide the fact that she didn't make a shirt. Obviously Carmen got sent packing, but what in the hell could have made her suck so much?

In fact, nearly everyone lost their cool this episode expect for Elisa, who might have showed us the deliciously dark center of her external nuttiness—she refused to touch her model because the only male she's ever touched is her boyfriend, and, you know, definitely-not-gay Kevin who proclaims his straightness more desperately than Details. His design was just too stylish for Tiki, as proclaimed by his wife (a dead ringer for Kimora Lee Simmons in both appearance and bitchiness). This was most memorable because it brought out the Spartan in Heidi Klum. She ragged on the outfit more than any other, though it was chosen as one of the top three, and insisted that she would never let Seal wear it (he's black like Tiki, see). Tiki, for his part, liked the outfit except for the severly purple shirt underneath. "That is not for Tiki Barber," Klum snapped. "Maybe for David Beckham."

Wait. Isn't Posh Beckham the new spokesmodel for Marc Jacobs's spring collection? Catfight!