Well, we knew it was going to happen.

With Farrah and Jenna ensconced in their mid-range B&B "luxury" den, they're constantly shouting at the TV screen about how terrible everyone other than them is.

If we removed the words "f*ck," "f*cking," "ass," "fake," "negative," "bitch," "lame," "manipulator" and "liar" from their vocabularies, they'd be mute.

Washoe, the chimp who learned sign language, has a better grasp of human communication.

They don't communicate, actually: Farrah will come up with an insult for one of the housemates and Jenna repeats it back to her, virtually word-for-word. Then Farrah repeats her original insult to Jenna in case Jenna didn't get it the first time round.

Then they wait in silence until one of them insults another random person. And the cycle is then repeated all over again.

If Jenna asked something so simple as "Would you like a cup of coffee", Farrah's only response would be: "You f*cking lame-ass bitch, you trying to manipulate me with your fake-ass lying words? F*ck no!"

Then both flip their hair (they keep on touching their hair so often that it looks like they're subconsciously worried that they'll turn into Gail), apply more makeup and go back to slagging off people on a TV screen.

Luckily, the rest of the housemates are there to provide a balance.

You have never seen such happy people: They went full-blown Munchkin. The absence of Farrah and Jenna made almost everyone delirious with glee.

They dance, they cheer and, led by Austin, they jump on Farrah's bed singing "Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead."

Even Stevi Ugh! joined in the celebration—for all of 13 seconds. But he drew the line when Austin started shouting: "I'm melting. I'm melting." This, he decided, was taking things too far.

Remember, this is Stevi Ugh! who wore the mankini. He's the arbiter of good taste.

Back in the Lair of Evil, the two most deluded women in the known universe were deeply offended.

Later, in the Diary Room, an outraged Jenna exploded: "They think we're dead. But we're not dead."

Melting witches, yes. Dead, no.

Anyone else would have wondered why otherwise grown up, mature human beings were so happy to no longer share space with them. But not Farrah and Jenna—they were just angry.

Even Washoe would throw her faeces at these two—and probably win a Nobel Peace Prize for it.

Just think how disappointed the Queens of Mean will be when they discover that the people they've nominated for eviction are actually guaranteed immunity and that the happy housemates know they're being spied on?

When they finally get back in the house, the fallout from the fight will likely force Neptune out of its orbit.

Can't wait.