This conversation is followed by a gratuitous shot of some female body part being washed. After a few viewings, I've determined that the anatomy being squeegeed here is the bottom of Kimp's seated upper thigh. Tom does a little jig by the water hole. It's very cute, and if you missed it, you should be sorry, because you would have enjoyed it. Teresa's bathing suit is from the 1930s. Brandon watches the bathing, and tells us in a voice-over that things have been tense around Mofo Maji because he went against his group the previous night when he voted Kelly off. He knows that the old Samburu tribe is not pleased with him, but explains, "I wasn't gonna to align myself with Frank. That wasn't gonna happen, and they should have known better than that." He insists that he would rather go home in three days than have anyone back home think he sided with Frank. But apparently he doesn't mind having anyone back home know that he is willing to betray his closest friend out of anger against someone else. We see another shot of Brandon poolside, all sneaky-looking, while Lex Loser in the background maniacally pulls out his hair. Seriously, he's pulling out his hair, and I've just determined that every adverb preceding any verb describing an action of Lex Loser's should be "maniacally." Tom washes Brandon's hair for him. Okay, he doesn't wash it, but he pours the water over it. Sadly, the shampoo does not appear to be Herbal Essences.
In a confessional, Lex Loser snarks that Frank just decided, "I'm gonna be a jerk about this thing." He tells us that Frank's negative attitude has set the tone for the past three days. Lex Loser says nothing at all about the tone his manic rat-sniffing and gut-following tangent have set. Lex Loser says that Frank approached him about forming an alliance, but that Lex Loser's alliances were already set and he didn't feel comfortable making another agreement. He claims he was "fully straight up" with Frank on the issue. Lex Loser thinks Frank was pissed off at him because Brandon is "Public Enemy #1" to Frank. In a new confessional, Lex Loser tells us that he feels it's time for Frank to go. He says Frank is always in a sour mood, and Lex Loser can't deal with it anymore, because Frank brings down morale and is a pain in the butt. Jeez, Lex Loser, tell us how you really feel. Meanwhile, Frank inspects his socks. Were I Lex Loser, I'd be demoralized, too, by such blatant negative activity.
The sun is hot; we get it. A gong sounds. If I got on Survivor, I'd want my luxury item to be a gong. That way, I could conveniently provide the appropriate sound effects. I wouldn't, however, be able to provide, using my gong, the magnified buzzing of flies. Teresa whispers while she comments on the aggressiveness of the flies. One can never be too careful, I suppose. A few lions shrug off flies. A few monkeys shrug off flies. A bird shrugs off flies. A few humans shrug off flies. Kimj tells us that the flies are "rampant," and that if you wave your hand and touch one, the fly just stays where it is. She says that, at home, if she has a single fly in her kitchen, she goes "ballistic." In Africa, she feels like a baboon "picking, picking, picking" at the flies. She tells us, "When we go back home, we'll probably look like nervous wrecks just picking at ourselves all the time." Kimj also briefly mentions picking at scabs. This woman's conversation is charming. The most brazen of all the flies (the lord, you might say, of the flies) scuttles across the camera lens, and then a baboon scratches his butt.