Jeff asks Erik if, should he go tonight, he'll feel like he did everything he could to crack the alliance he's up against. He says yes. He explicitly says what everyone knows is the issue: the fourth person in a four-person alliance ought to think long and hard about getting herself (or, of course, himself, hypothetically) out of that position, because otherwise...you know, you're in fourth. Denise is squirming.
Jeff calls for the vote. Amanda votes. Todd votes for Erik. Peih-Gee votes. Courtney votes. Erik votes for Todd. Denise votes, saying, "This is probably the biggest mistake I'm going to make in this game." Yeah, probably. Jeff brings back the urn. Erik. Todd. Todd. Erik. Erik. Erik. Sooooo, that'll do it for Erik. And for Denise! Erik smiles, stands up, and hugs Peih-Gee. Denise look over at Peih-Gee, and Peih-Gee looks back, like, "Hey, it's your funeral. Well, our funeral." Erik's torch is snuffed. What a sweetheart, that kid; I really liked him a lot. He handled a lot of things really nicely and really subtly. Not a great strategist, but, like Peih-Gee, he was dealt a horrible hand, and he played it as well as he possibly could have, I think.
Jeff claims that they're all battling the question of whether they should take someone they can beat, or someone who's deserving. I don't know a single person in the entire group who I believe is battling that question. Jeff is seriously such a wad, I just don't know. He sends them back to camp, as unenlightened by his words as always.
In his final words, Erik says that he could always go back and question things, but frankly, he's exhausted, and he's proud of making it thirty-three days. Seriously, kid played a good game.
Next time: Amanda "targets Todd." Todd gets mad. "Alliances crumble." Peih-Gee would like to see Todd go. So you know he won't.