Now, Jeff asks John about his trip to Yasur. Jeff asks how "aggressive" the women were in trying to get him to give them immunity. John tells the story of how he sorted the alliances by asking them about the Dolly vote, and the guys all raise their eyebrows and laugh in surprise, like, "Who would have thought they'd fall for something that stupid?" "Who knew young John was this bright?" asks Bitchy Jeff, my favorite of Jeff's incarnations. I like him even better than Large Arms Jeff. Jeff asks John if he feels confident about his decision giving away immunity, and John says he does. In fact, he's "150 percent confident." He's confident-and-a-half!
Jeff says that, for now, it's time to concentrate on eating one of their own. Asked how he plans to vote, J.P. says he wants the group to be as strong as possible. And he says "skill sets," which is officially the term I am most tired of hearing in reality shows at this early stage in the fall season. Jeff asks Sarge if it's a tough vote or an easy vote. Sarge talks about how it's not friendship, it's just a game, and adds, "The person going home tonight's a casualty of war." Ech. I kind of am not crazy about the war-dead metaphors for the reality-show bootees at this point in history, man.
Mercifully, Jeff announces that it's time to vote. And remember, no voting for John, because he's wearing the ugly necklace. John votes. Chris votes for J.P. "I might be weaker than you physically, but I'm stronger than you mentally," Chris says. Actually, I think you're weaker than he is both physically and mentally, which is why you're voting him off, but I don't really expect you to say that. "It's just a game," Chris adds, as if he fears that J.P. will come after him with a hammer and a fifth of vodka. Rory votes. Brady votes for Rory: "Ain't nothing personal, man, I'm just being consistent." Travis votes. J.P. votes for -- I shit you not -- "ROYRY." J.P. says he's hoping for the tie. Or, as he would write it, the "TYIYE." Chad votes for J.P. "This is our strategy. Sorry, my friend," he says. Nice. Calm, simple, and even true. That guy is dead meat. Sarge votes.
Jeff brings back the vat-o-votes, and reminds us that the person voted off has to leave immediately, as if there's some long history of weepy scenes and nightmarish refusals to leave the "tribal council area," with people clinging to the torches and throwing themselves into the prefabricated fiberglass pit of flames. Jeff reads a vote for Rory. And one for J.P. And another one for J.P. And another one for Rory. Rory, J.P. And then, again, J.P. So J.P. leads 4-3 going into the final vote. Which is for...the third person voted off: J.P. Aww. He was cute, though dumb. Disappointed, J.P. brings over his torch and is snuffed. SNUFF! He turns and waves. The guys look at him longingly. I mean -- they look at him in a completely manly fashion, not at all suggestive of repressed lust. Jeff's like, "You keep talking about keeping the tribe strong, and you're voting off all the strong people. Interesting theory. Get out." They get up and leave. Well, except for John, who has to hang around for the second tribal council.