Van sure as hell doesn't like getting yelled at and berated all night, but damn does he love these victory rewards!

A sweet lunch with Gordon Ramsay with premium alcohol served on the tap and then a sizzling hot million-dollar yacht trip? And like adding honey to the pot, the sun is out high in the sky, the clouds are nowhere to be seen, and the ocean's waves are peaceful.

"Hot, ain't it?" he says, flashing that old-fashioned Texan smile of his and taking off his sunglasses to slip into his shirt. He leans back on the couch at the edge of the yacht, letting out a fully contented sigh.

How can he possibly ask for more?