Danielle was slowly beginning to think she was going to go crazy from having to evluate all of these guys. This was going to be a long few days. A soft knock came from the door.

"I can see you through the hole - come in," Danielle said as she looked through the hole in the door that Umaga had created.

Torrie Wilson walked in with her famous small dog who continued to bark.

"Torrie?" Danielle had to ask over the yelling.

"Most definately," she yelled back.

"Do you think you could get him to be quiet?"

"What?"

"Do you think you could get the dog to be quiet?"

"Oh it's not the dog."

"Then what is making that barking sound?"

"Cell phone."

"Cell phone?"

"Yeah," she reached down and turned it off. "The dog is fake. I just carry it around."

"You carry around a fake dog? Is he like your stuffed animal from when you were younger?"

"Sort of. He was real once you know but then stuff happens and bam, now he's stuffed."

"That's a bit odd."

"Yeah a few guys tell me that but we still end up hooking up. Odd how guys work."

"Anyway, are you ready for your evaluation?"

"Very much yeah," she said as she propped herself and her fake dog in the chair.

"Just tell me the first thing that comes into your head. Dog."

"Rabies."

"Um hm," Danielle said as she marked that down, "Apples."

"Rabies."

"Rabid apples?"

"Yeah I totally saw this show once where these apples were rabid. Freaked-me-out. I couldn't sleep for like another ten minutes."

"It is impossible for apples to be rabid."

"That was so what Twinkles said but I didn't believe him at all."

"Twinkles?"

"Yeah my dog here. Twinkles just likes to take care of me. Isn't that right me little Twinkles? My coochi-woochie Twinkles," Torrie said as she began to play with her stuffed dog. The dog was as usual just sitting there not doing anything.

"So how long have you had Twinkles?"

"For like ever. Me and Twinkles do everything together. Even wrestle together but most of the time he wins because I end up breaking a nail or something and have to stop. Or one time I was in the middle of watching this really cool show by that really cool dude - you know who I'm talking about - but then I-"

"Shh."

"What?"

"Shh. It means stop talking. Stop talking."

Torrie cocked her head to the side. She was still hung up on the first Shh.

"If I were you, I would get rid of the dog or maybe get a real one. Just...I don't think it's too healthy for you to keep a stuffed dog around you at all times."

"But Twinkles is alive I tell you. Alive!"

"He is a stuffed dog. You told me and now I can see the contents tag under his ear."

"So does this mean I can't like wrestle?"

"It just means get rid of the dog and I will feel better about giving you this paper that says you pass."

Torrie threw the dog into the wastebasket. "All done. Give me the paper."

Danielle handed her the paper. "Just promise me no more stuffed dogs. I just don't think it's too healthy."

"Stuffed dog. Got it," she said as she bounced out of the room happily.