In a game where only one wins, can you really afford to make friends? On the other hand, in a game where the one who wins, wins by the votes of friends, can you really afford not to? This would be this week’s true test of who got sent packing.
But before we go there, let’s check in on the tribes (and just for your amusement, we’re doing it fairytale-style)!
Once upon a time there was a Hispanic tribe, arriving back at camp in the wee hours of night, fresh off of getting rid of lover boy Billy, and feeling they were better for it. “I can’t get over it,” CeCe said. “It’s ridiculous,” JP later added, referring to the game’s latest causality’s visions of love for Candice and his belief that she felt the same. They just couldn’t stop talking about it. And a good laugh was had by all.
The next morning we visit the Asian team. They’re all gathered around as Cao Boi tells another story about life in Vietnam…or at least that’s what I think, ‘cause to be honest, I, too, didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. His incessant chatter left Brad claiming Cao Boi’s not all there in one of his interviews, while tedium hung on the faces of the others forced to listen to his soliloquies. And a good bore was had by all.
Over at the white team, we’re joined by Jonathan boasting of the strength of his team, and how they’re one of the two teams that have yet to lose. Might I remind Jonathan that the white team barely squeezed into third on the first challenge, and had the Hispanic team chosen not to throw the second challenge, the same would have probably again been their fate. And a good “We are the white team hear us roar,” was had by all — or at least one.
Meanwhile at the black camp…wait a minute, they didn’t show the black team. I guess the editors decided they would spare us viewers from — again &8212; feeling sorry for them. Plus, they saved the black team any further embarrassment from being seen jumping for joy for nothing. And a good face-save was had by all.