It’s almost like a drinking game: Every time Jack exhibits mad cow-type symptoms, you have to go “moooooooo.”

What’s that you say? Jack doesn’t have mad cow disease? Oh, whatever. Close enough. He has some sort of weird unknown, unnamed disease brought on by some sort of biological agent created for the strongman of a pretend African nation. So if we want to pretend it’s mad cow, leave us be.

The best part of Monday’s episode:

Death by decanter. When Jon Voight killed Chris Cooper with a decanter, that almost topped Jack using a forklift to kill someone the week before. Day 7 has totally turned on the creativity when it comes to killing this season, and I, for one, am quite grateful. Shooting someone in the knee is so Day 2.

The worst part:

Olivia Taylor doing a reverse blackmail of the slimy reporter. In and of itself, it wasn’t bad. In fact, it was good that she managed to blackmail him back, when he forced her to sleep with him to keep a story secret, when he had no intention of holding back the story. But the whole idea of him using sex as a weapon and then her recording it was just so … icky.

So at this point, we still have no idea who the mole is, Jack’s had a seizure from mad cow, Jonas Hodges has officially become the best villain since Nina Meyers and Tony’s as badass as ever (how many bad guys did he take out?)…