LAST EDITED ON 02-25-08 AT 07:41 PM (EST)

Survivor: Half-A.S.S.ed Ep. 3 Official Summary: Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Survivor: Micronesia, Episode 3
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot(coming for to carry me to Tribal Council)

Please, no comments until later on whether this is a half-assed Half-A.S.S.ed summary. My crude photo editing and poor proofreading proves it. I suffer from Micronesia, which is a debilitating disease affecting senior Survivor fans in the early episodes of a new season. You know, forgetting the small things -– minutia matching faces and names, who did what when. God forbid why and to whom. Gaping memory holes where data about food, fire, water, chores, natural biological processes, treemail and transport to challenges and councils by all rights should be stored. I must be blinking when those things get on the air.

Since I sometimes aspire to be a New York Times editor, I’ll just make things up and smear the staff and players indiscriminately. Let’s see if I can dig up some unsubstantiated innuendo about the rats doing the nighttime thing with the crabs, or just which spider is playing footsie with what insect. Corrections may or may not be published later in an “edited to add” reply in {font size=0.01} after everyone’s stopped posting replies. So here goes … Hey, I didn’t say after everyone’s stopped reading! Give me a few minutes’ chance, please.

Previously on Survivor

At Airai -- the Fans -- camp: “I’m not gonna fight with these kids, they hate us,” says one of the older woman. Jeffy explains, “with the Fans camp filled with disarray, Joel tried to get everyone working together.” Joel laments “Why is everyone talking all the time and not working?”

At Malakal –- the Favorites -- camp, Amanda and Ozzy do their From Here to Eternity scene, but in the cave, not on the beach and there’s another couple “creating a formidable alliance,” says Jeffy. Well, that’s it, the result’s already foreshadowed enough for me. Goodnight and thanks for all the fish.

Cirie, in our continuing series of foreshadowing moments, starts hogging the airtime: “We’ll be receiving birth announcements for Little Oz-lets coming.” “Tell Parvati and James we’ll see you at the wedding.” “I’ll get rid of anybody as long as it’s not me.”

Favorites won the Immunity Challenge easily. Joel broke up MikeyB’s slumber party, and Mary became the last two blobs bit of flotsam to fly off the wheel of life that is Survivor. There’s a pair. What’s more fake, Johnny Fairplay or Mary’s boobies?

Jeffy: “Eighteen are left, who will be voted out tonight?” For a more complete review of last week's episode, lines are still open at strid333's call-in show edition of Survivor Live.

Round Three on the Wheel of Fortune

Jeffy takes a breather narrating so we can jump to our present time and suspend disbelief. We start with the usual grousing and grumbling back at the losers' camp. “I can only assume the big guy Joel stuck a knife in my back, says MikeyB. “Interesting.” This is not an Arte Johnson type of “veerrrryyy interesting.” He continues: “At the merge, get rid of the strong, when it’s team vs. team you get rid of the weak.” “These people -- Tracy, Kath, and Chet -- are all weak and useless.” All he needs is a horse and a helmet. “You’re all useless and weak! Now drop and give me 20!”

He and Joel have a powwow about whose alpha is bigger. Joel is non-plussed. He’s waiting for Mikey to “wake up to the reality that he doesn’t have this tribe in his pocket.” Even though he's still trying to jerk them around.

And we’re off to the usual opening montage of the cast. ♪♫Ewwweeee eeewwweee eewwweee.♪♫ Do you do the eww-eee-eww-eee dance like we do when this comes on? I never remember to examine if the background scenes for some of the players haven’t shown up in the regular show yet, giving us a clue as to their boot future.

Malakal – Night 6. Campfire at the beach. Who brought the marshmallows? Bigger question is who brought the fire. Unfortunately, there has been no blanket, guitar and weed reward challenge. Eliza was invited to join “the old people” -- Amanda, Ozzie, James, and Pavarti. Or was that leave the old people and “come down to the beach, it’ll be fun.” There’s that Micronesia kicking in again. “They were working me.” Says Eliza. Ozzie has a plan. “First thing we gotta do is kill all the lawyers. Er, First case scenario if we have to go to TC. …“ “My pick of the boots is Yau-Man, Jonathan, Cirie.” “You dislike Jonathan that much?” asks Eliza. “It’s not that, it’s just that he plays everybody.” That gets emphasized with a harsh machete chop on a coconut. OK, so trust is gonna be a theme on the show. Who’d’ve figured? Eliza thinks she’s a spy like Mata Hari, “It’s not that I won’t listen to them. It’s that I don’t trust them.”

Time for the lunar eclipse. Moonshot. Can we use it like Columbus did to scare the natives into giving us food and supplies? By the way, where ARE the natives? I guess they’ll come later when we can dance with them.

Eliza reports back to Ami, Jonathan, and Yau. “I almost made out with Ozzy.” Cirie chirps in, since the show is really all about her. She can’t decide which sect of the tribe is “better for me.” She’s ostensibly (from previous lies) in with this group. Jonathan takes leadership control. He chooses to go after the weak player Parvati. He thinks Cirie is in with them and they can count on her vote. “As long as we stay strong, and we are, we’ll be cool.” Cirie giggles about trust and whether she trusts anyone. The two sides both need her vote. She confides that if she doesn’t trust you then “you can’t believe a word I tell you.“

Airai – Fans, Day 7. It’s Treemail! Two girls bring it back. “Biiig treemail” says blondie. It’s still early in the season for me to tell the players apart consistently. I think it was Alexis and either Tracy or Natalie. They’re giggling happily. I’m pretty sure I can tell Mike and Joel apart, and Ozzy and Jason.

Preparing to go into battle, use warpaint and a battle cry.
Are you ready to tackle your enemy? you’d better be ready to try.
So pick three choices for your reward, today will be an aggressive meeting
if you win you take them home, lose and you just take a beating.

“Ok, it’s a wrestling thing!” maybe Natalie excitedly mimics pumping iron in her buff-top. Mikey has what I’m coming to understand is his mildly bewildered look as he processes the idea of getting to choose three rewards. This new math is confusing. “I thought there was just one reward challenge at a time.”

Packed with the treemail are face paints and a Survivor reward catalog.

Malakal. “We’re going to war,” proclaims Ozzie. Don’t sound so excited about it, Oz. Happy Happy Joy Joy music while we watch body painting time. Looks like Ozzie and James compete at out Skeletor-ing each other. Amanda likes Ozzie’s tongue. Oh, yeah, now I get it. That’s why. Eliza: “There’s no way we’re gonna lose today. We’re going to decimate them.”

At Airai, Joel explains the Joel-Tzu theory of warfare. He's too late for that; such was for use the last series in China. “You can’t fight emotionally. You have to fight logically. And logically if someone invades or comes into my home, I’m gonna kill them.” So he’s psyching himself up for the coming battle.

Reward Challenge

Faves march in with their wild paintjobs and 4 out 5 doctor-approved tongue-depressor “aaaaggghhhh!” war cry. That was my response, too, to what we’re gonna get at this challenge. “Aaarrrrghhh.”

Jeffy gleefully sees the tribes approach and welcomes the painted warriors. “Come on down, guys! You’re the next contestants on The New Price is Right to Lose Your Dignity on National Television.”

Fans file in. “Let’s see the new Aikai.” Mary’s gone. “Today is going to be a battle.” Please God, let there be mayhem, blood and injuries. “Both tribes start at opposite ends of the lagoon in their own end zone. Charge across from your starting end zone to the other side. The goal is to get your three bags and two others stolen from the other team into your opposite end zone. Five bags wins it.

Jeffy reviews the catalog shopping of the tribes: Faves picked shelter (a tarp kit), lighting kit, survival kit; Fans picked fishing kit, shelter, kitchen set.

It begins to rain. That will dilute any blood flows. Darn, thinks Jeffy.

“Let’s get it on. Here we go, for reward. Survivors ready.” “Yep,” encourages some girl. Jeepers, do you think they really listen to him when he does these pre-challenge spiels? Maybe for the instructions, not for the boilerplate. “Go!”

“This is getting physical quick,” says Jeffy with his usual excitable boy commentary. Faves, 2-1. Jeffy loves this stuff. Lots of splashing, banging, and tackling. There’s no mud or blood yet, but I fully expect for the blurring to commence. Why don’t they form a passing scheme or rugby-like lateral plan for tossing the bags around to avoid getting slammed and tackled? Oh well, they rarely implement my ideas for how they should play this game. Collisions! Look Ma, no pads! Who was that who flipped Ami or Amanda? Ouch. There’re gonna be some bruises tonight. Eliza gets whacked upside the head by Jason with the bag he’s carrying. Well, it was justified: he was also dragging her while she dragged his shorts down. A blur, yea! James is a real workhorse, powering over folks. Alexis runs right through Eliza. The poor little lawyerette to be is a doormat.

This is some serious rock-em sock ‘em stuff. I figure eventually the strong stamina types will prevail, and that means Faves. ♪♫It’s hard out here to be a pimp Survivor.♪♫ They need some football cheerleader style encouragement:

Won't you try just a little bit harder?
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Won't you try just a little bit harder?
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?

“Amanda steals a bag.” 4-2 Faves. “Penner fights for the 5th bag. He drags it away from the pile. “That’ll do it! Favorites win reward! A huge battle is over,” says Jeffy.

Time to pick exiles. Eliza points out “KB” – Kathy – as Faves’ pick. Jeffy is happy: He likes the repeats to Exile Island. “Kathy, you don’t look happy.” Ami is chosen to be Faves’ sacrifice.

We return from commercial with more nature shots. This time a school of long needlefish. More water shots. The nature cuts are nicely used to transition for time, cut-throat action, or nature pastime at camp things, dontcha think?

Malakal - Day 7. It’s The Survivor Post-Game Show. Hosted by Eliza, brought to you by … Hmm. What’s happened to our product placements? Somebody should be fired. Where’s Ken Berman?

Cirie gets yet more airtime. “The others are relaxed, because they have an alliance. I don’t feel relaxed. I may have to actually do some work around here.” She thinks a bit, eyes YauMan, and decides that’s enough exercise, mental or otherwise, for the day.

Parvati does her thing with James. “You were throwing people left and right, hehe.” Butt-slap for good play. She sure likes getting physical. She does everything but buff him as captain hunk of the football team with her pompoms.

Since she has no Plan A, there has to be a Plan B for Cirie. She wants to be feted and pampered. She’s not averse to bribery. “No one’s washing my clothes, no one’s bringing me special meals. They should be doing more if they want my vote.. I should be carried on that chariot like thing.” Thus our episode title: "I Should be Carried on the Chariot-Type Thing."

Which “chariot-type thing” do you think she’s talking about? Ignorant Survivors are so much fun.

My opinion: Nobody needs your vote, Cirie. You’re the obvious boot if you ask me. We’ll put you on one of those chariot-type things just to watch your lazy arse fall out and get crushed by the wheels. Then the healing can begin between those who have shacked up and those who haven’t yet. We can have one of those group hug things.

Out on the chariot raft, Amanda and Parvati work their girly slavish charms on Cirie. She’s sitting in pampered luxury while the girls do the poling. They discuss trust issues, men, alliances, etc. They join up as a trio. “James asks me no questions,” chortles Parvati, confident of their little ménage a trois secret alliance.

Parvati and Jonathan are on the beach watching this tableau. Eliza: “Are you worried about her?” “Nope. Why should we be worried about the lies they’re filling Cirie’s head with?“ “She playing the Queen Bee and all that crap.” He still seems to think that Cirie is loyal to him and his four. Eliza: “I hope she doesn’t fall for that garbage.”

Everybody’s working their own little wheels and circles and gears and dances to get ahead in this game, eh? Well, some are.

Won't you try just a little bit harder?
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Won't you try just a little bit harder?
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?

Round round robin run around
Gotta get back where you belong
Little bit harder, just a little bit more
Little bit farther than you than you've gone before

Exile Island

Day 7. Ami does some legwork and finds the first clue. Kathy smirks. She ain’t gonna do any work this second round. She and Cirie have already found all four clues. And even though they can't figure them out, they're not gonna share them with anyone else. “I just gotta play dumb. I ain’t gonna go island hopping.” Besides, she can spend some girl time with Ami, talk about makeup removal and such. She blames the weather to support not bothering with their clue search. ♪♫There’s a storm front coming.♪♫ Ami is a wimp for not even trying to search on her own. There’s no dialog or attempt to find out what Kathy may know from her earlier exploration.

Airai – Night 7, I guess. It was a dark and stormy night, to echo the line Snoopy used to begin typing his novels on top of his doghouse. The world turns, the weather comes as predictably as, well, rain. And the Survivors shall have to endure if they want to earn their special brand of DAW fortune from this merry go round.

The wheel is turning
and you can't slow down
You can't let go
and you can't hold on
You can't go back
and you can't stand still
If the thunder don't get you
then the lightning will

“Oh, mother of God, I’m pissed off.” “It landed right on my face!” I thought the porn movie was shooting over at Malakal. Alexis: “It was pouring down rain. Our shelter sucks. Everyone’s freezing, everyone’s cold, everyone’s sopping wet. There’s pretty much nothing we can do.” Ahh, you could maybe build a decent shelter, gather and store firewood and keep a fire going. Do some engineering in the cave. You know, survivor-type stuff. You're the Fans, for Christ's sake; haven't you learned anything or practiced any skills? We get more reports that mostly demonstrate Airai’s ineptitude. Wet, cold and miserable. “We almost had the tarp,” someone, maybe Jason, laments.

Malakal has a different, more positive narrative. “Yeah, victory!” says a sardonic Ozzy. That wasn’t exactly rousing. They’re all tired. The tribe cuddles in for a good, nice, dry night’s sleep. Ozzy is more philosophical about dealing with the rain that the Airais. “I feel bad for the whole Airai tribe. They’re probably not doing well right now.” Jason confirms: “I’m sure the other tribe is doing well, staying dry. They’re probably laughing at us now. I feel the other tribe is doing well right now. I just hope the spiders don’t get me, or scorpions or rats.“

Don't forget the thunder and lightening. Boy, those night scenes are nasty looking.

Airai – Day 8. Low shot of the sodden beach, though skies are clear. Drip drip drip from the trees and foliage. You can always get the right mood clues from the music MB uses in and out of the scenes.

Mike is sad in the boat. “Last night is probably the worst night since we’ve been here.” He’s apparently spent the night out in the open, reclining in the boat’s stern. “It rained all night, and the shelter didn’t do one single bit of good.” “This morning we feel like we got beat up twice yesterday, once by the other tribe, once by nature.” Joel emerges looking miserable. He examines his soggy fingers. Micronesia applies –- that could’ve been Jason or even maybe Chet. Didn’t the three old fogies fans have their own decent shelter? We don’t seem to have heard their laments.

Alexis stumbles out with cold, blue, wrinkled prune fingers. “Glorious, evening, eh” she says. Well, at least she still has her good, if dour, humor. She gets some not-so-cold comfort from Joel. “I didn’t sleep at all, did you?” “No.” She’s shivering. “Not the sort of night you want to have before a challenge for immunity.” “We’re pretty demoralized right now. We cannot lose today,” says Alexis. Uncle Foreshadow strikes again. Cold, wet, and miserable aren’t we all?

Immunity Challenge

“Come on in guys!” Jeffy welcomes the tribes to what must be the Immunity Challenge site. They didn’t have the benefit of a treemail poem announcing it. “Welcome back Kathy and Ami” he says as they return from Exile Island. “Love you guys," says Kathy, I think. Jeffy jokes at Amanda, hiding behind the others on the mat, and has to ask her to give up the Immunity Idol.

Standard blah-blah-blah from Jeffy about “Once again, immunity is back up for grabs. What we’re playing for, etc. etc.” Jeepers, no, Jeffy, we forgot again. I think he’s sad he doesn’t get to rub it in with a “Wanna know what you’re playing for.” “Losers go to Tribal Council and somebody’s going home. Well, on extended quarantined vacation, at least. Hahaha you wet sad sacks, I go to Tribal Council every time and haven’t been voted out yet. And I don’t have to sleep on the wet spot.”

It appears we’re continuing with the sports theme. Basketball, sort of. A hybrid design with tug-of-war. Four rope strands connect to a mainline holding up a big heavy net basket. The four stoutest and strongest (don’t say those who have a good grip on things, wink, we’d be here all day choosing up) – two men and two woman get to blister their palms with the ropes, while the others for each tribe run up and practice free throw shooting to fill up the opponent’s basket, making it increasingly heavier, and thus tougher to hold up. The tribe that holds out the longest wins immunity. “Give you a moment to strategize,” says Jeffy. … “Go!”

He gives us the line ups: For the Fans: Erik, Natalie, Tracey and Joel. For the Favorites: Parvati, James, Jonathan and Cirie. Ozzy and MikeyB up first.” He loves this play-by-play stuff. Lots of misses as they get the range. There’s a learning curve.” Jeffy relays the obvious.

Alexis is first to connect. “Jason showing ‘em how it’s done. Yau-Man finally breaks the spell – Favorites are on the board.” Jeffy’s doing his Billy Packer imitation. I haven’t heard Marv Albertson’s “yes!” yet. Or him plagiarize Dicque Vitale by calling someone a “PT Player.” Eliza goes underhand. They’re on a hot streak now. “Nobody missing.”

Some of the shooting tyles used are, well, amusing. Chet does this old style two-handed set shot. Others try the Rick Barry underhanded form. Most of them can’t even get it to the rim. Eventually, after a few repetitions, the nuts start dropping. I’m waiting for one to bounce back onto someone’s head. How well would the microphones pick up that hollow *donk!*?

Jonathan is talking trash to the Fans as they shoot. “Just what we expect,” laughs Jeffy. “Reminds me of the Cook Islands.” He lives for turmoil amongst the tribes.

The nets are getting heavier by the minute. Jeffy checks in on James’ status. Fans readjust their holds a little bit. Folks are struggling. “It’s starting to show, starting to take its toll now.” “Fans putting some weight in that net.”

The coconuts pile up. Faves, who have James (of course), Pavarti, Jonathan, and Cirie on the ropes, lose the preferred body position advantage after a while because of the load. Faves are struggling, leaning over that horse hitching rail production set up. Without the right leg angle and use of leg muscles, it will quickly be a matter of time. And thus they drop the bag to the ground. Splat!

“That’s it! Fan’s win immunity!” Glorious music and hugs. Congrats from Jeffy. Jason holds up the idol. He’s gonna take it on a tour of the island as if it was the Stanley Cup.

Malakal - Day 8. Ami: “It sucks losing immunity challenge and having to go to tribal council.” Thanks for that insight, girl. Jonathan confirms “stick with the plan” with Yau. “Stick with the plan, yes,” he regurgitates. Not a lot of action so far from Yau. Amanda rubs herself in front of Ozzy, who tells her to wait ‘till later. Parvati works on James.

Cirie doesn’t want to hear Ozzie’s thoughts about who to vote off – which is Jonathan. She’s got her mind already made up. Cirie, who couldn’t figure out the Exile Island idol clues if she had an AAA-Pirate’s roadmap, worries that Yau-Man would. She must prevent that possibility from happening. This assumes he gets access to the clues, but that sort of thinking is too complicated for Cirie. So she’s got her plan B now, I guess. Take out the non-physical always-trying-to-appear nice person who’s NOT me.

Jonathan saunters in to “break up the party.” Parvati preemptively does the break up, and she and Amanda go off to “do girl stuff.” Har har.

Ami and Jonathan, and then the others, are discussing how to go about trying to drag Cirie back into the fold. Yau speaks up; Cirie knocks him down. “The same argument you’re using, they’re using over there.” So why, then, Cirie, does it sound like you think the other sides’ argument is better? Huh? John tacks: “I’m not gonna use an argument, I’m gonna use common sense.” Mistake! You know that’s wasted on Cirie. “We should march forward together. I have no interest in voting any of the four of you out.” Cirie whines. She doesn’t believe him. Shut up, Penner! Man, he talks too much.

Cirie knows she’s number five on the list here. I guess she thinks she’s number three over there with Amanda and Parvati. Wishful thinking. “How far did you go? There’s no way you’re voting him out before me.” She’s clueless to the same logic with the coupled quartet.

The two alpha Faves have a summit. Ozzie and Jonathan discuss threats, weakest links, compare notes and hat styles.

Ozzie’s going for Eliza, maybe. He reports back to his side. Parvati is concerned about Cirie’s “trust.” What’s our count of delusional thoughts and omissions so far this episode? Parv is right about not wanting to split their votes. Why, oh why doesn’t anybody come up with the brilliant plan to merge the quartets and vote out Cirie? Why? Grumble grumble.

James calls it as he watches their confab: “Why are they letting her take control? I feel like I’m in China again messing with a bunch of dumbasses.” Ahem, James – can I say idol play pair of trivets?

Jonathan, Ami, Eliza are talking. Jonathan hoping the others are split. Eliza examines the case: “If they split, they’re dumber than I thought.” Never underestimate the depths of Survivor dumbness, Eliza. Jonathan is the man of perpetual one-track thinking hope. And jeepers, he sure talks a lot about what everyone should do and think.

Tribal Council

Notice how only Cirie looks happy in this picture of Tribal Council? Jeffy thrusts right in without even a “welcome.” “Penner, how disappointing is it to see me again?” “Very, Jeff.” “I meant at Tribal Council.” “It doesn’t matter where.” Notice how he always calls Jonathan “Penner” when he’s being snotty?

Jeffy turns to elicit some drivel from James and then Yau-Man.

Jonathan says some want to stay together, others are trying to eliminate others to take control of the game. That’s Cirie’s cue to step up to the fight. She blathers nonsense about moves, moving, movements. My bowels are rumbling. Like she ever moves her lazy arse at anything. Cirie retorts at something Jonathan said: “Is this not the pot calling the kettle black?” We should have snacks served to reward the tribemates that get into vitriol like this; it’d give ‘em strength to keep going at each other.

Jonathan: “Did you not say you were part of our alliance? Yes, you did.” “Yes I did.” You're a liar-liar pants on fire now, says Jonathan. C: “I don’t trust you as far as I can pick you up and throw you.” And you trust the others, I think to myself? C: If you’re upset that they trust me, too bad.” She jabs back at Jonathan. Notice she doesn't profess trust in the others. Will everyone in chorus please please wake up and say “We are fools to trust you, Cirie. We would be fools. How do you like my hat?” C: ”You just don’t like the way I’m voting.” Jonathan continues his split the opposing ticket angle: “I want people to vote their conscious.”

Parvati eagerly opens her mouth at Jeffy’s prompting -- “This whole time you had a look on your face that I just wish this would go away” while we get another I-hate-you look from Jonathan at Jeffy -- to admit she’s doing girly things to get ahead. “Flirting and manipulating others to make alliances and get people on my side (what, that’s done in Survivor?),” but she doesn’t really realize she’s doing it to play the game. Everyone's an innocent babe in the woods jungle. Parvati concludes, “Yeah, so my name has come up.”

“However it goes down, it’s going to be a big vote for this tribe,” says Jeffy: “Let’s get to it. Time to vote.”

Amanda is up first – cut to a self-satisfied smirking Cirie – and calmly folds and drops her vote into the urn.
Jon votes Parvati. His explanation has a fun mix of imagery as he complains about her being brainwashed by Cirie. “I have nothing against you, Parvati, but I think that by following Cirie you have signed your own death warrant. She’s led you like a sheep to the slaughter, and played you like a fiddle. I’m sorry for you.”
Ozzy goes.
James plunks his vote.
Pavarti goes.
Yau scribbles something long and unreadable.
Eliza looks like she votes Yau, or is that Cirie’s dark or red top? They both wore the same color to my eyes.
Cirie votes Yau. “Being aligned with the biggest liar in the game made me feel like strategically this was the best move for me. I’m sorry.” Yeah, right.
For some reason we didn’t get to see Ami vote. I may go back and see who voted for whom.

Jeffy wraps up the inquisition: “Let’s go tally the votes.” When he’s back before the tribe, he proclaims it’s time to play the immunity idol. No takers. Nobody swift enough has been to Exile Island to be able to use it. Jeffy reads the parchment slips:

PARVATI
YAU
Yau-Man
PARVATI
CIRIE
YAU MAN CHAN (with an up carat symbol?)
Yau-Man
Yau Man (with a sad smiley?)

Don't you love trying to identify who did the spelling variations and signature-like add-ons? That makes it 5-2-1 Yau-Man. Ozzy’s “Yau-Meister” vote wasn’t read. Did Yau find the hidden beer stein? Let's have a toast to Yau-Man.

Yau-Man’s last words: “Good luck you guys. Have fun.” He took it philosophically in his exit confessional.

Jeffy’s last words (oh, how we wish): “The problem with this tribe is no secret. You’re divided. The real problem is, what are you gonna do about it?”

Next Time on Survivor

Cirie doesn’t “have to hear what you have to say” as she goes at it with Jonathan.
Joel vs. Mikey B: “I’d like to cut his damn head off.”
“And an Exile Island that shouldn’t be missed,” Jeffy concludes. What, somebody finds a grub under a rock and finally eats something? Duh, it’s probably the hidden idol.

Who will be next to fall off the wheel of fortune in our next revolution #4 never-before-seen Survivor episode? See you next week!

Small wheel turn by the fire and rod
Big wheel turn by the grace of God
Everytime that wheel turn round
bound to cover just a little more ground

Vanna, thinking of wheels, can I buy an Immunity? I look forward to someone trying to barter or sell their Immunity Idol.