Morning comes to Ulong, and it is now Day 22, and Steph is on her own. She walks over to the tree where Ulong has been making hash marks to count off the days, and she notes that she's up to 22. "Twenty-two down, seventeen to go," she says." Sigh. We watch as she hacks a coconut with the machete. She calls being on the island alone "a huge shock," and she forces the coconut open. As she munches on it, she explains to us that she's been driven to wonder whether she can take care of herself in camp without anybody else there, what with the food and water and fire she has to think about. "I feel like I'm going to, like, starve to death," she comments. She stares out at the water and briefly sees a vision of a surfing pizza. Sadly, it is just a mirage.

And now, it's time to visit Camp Koror on Day 22, and a shot of Coby brushing his teeth with Colgate Total With Ennui, the better to emphasize the difference in conditions. And, I guess, the better to display Coby's mouth to what I'm sure are his six to eight loyal fans. Ian, meanwhile, counts off some little...fruits or something, and he distributes them in cups to the members of the tribe. Koror appears to be suffering, indeed -- in this case, from a lack of flatware. Brutal, these conditions! Ian interviews that the team is "getting skinnier," not that it shows all that much. He then comments that he thinks members of the team get "lethargic" because they're kind of being "drug down by each other." Heh. He goes on to show what are basically his first negative feelings toward anyone in the entire thing: "Coby and Janu have been pains in the asses for the past three or four days. Janu does nothing. She lays in the hammock all day. She's like the dysfunctional aunt who lives in the attic. [Hee.] Coby got, kind of, this attitude to him, and really has become the pouter of the tribe, and it's really getting annoying."

We watch as, out in the water, Coby washes Caryn's hair. I guess if I were on a tribe with a hairstylist, I'd let him wash my hair, although I have to think I would also be capable of washing it myself, especially if it were as short as Caryn's. Coby complains to her, monopolizing the conversation as the worst hairdressers do, that he's "sick of the tribe," and that he's sick of the way everyone gets so excited when Ian or Tom brings them food. Yeah, that is a pretty silly thing to be grateful for, I guess. Who needs to eat, after all? I bet Coby doesn't touch the food Ian and Tom bring back, just in order to make this very point. I bet he's on some sort of a point-proving hunger strike. Oh, he also complains about how everyone in the tribe "sat on their ass for 20 days," so apparently there's now just one communal tribal ass upon which the entire group rests in order to avoid work. We watch Janu, lying in the hammock (known as "the ass") as usual and taking a sniff of a lily or something. How romantic. Dreaming of her beloved, I assume. Or of a ham sandwich. Anyway, Coby allows that there are exceptions -- people who have done work, by which he means himself and Caryn, I suppose. And then, rather hilariously, he says that as of Day 22, he's not carrying these people anymore, and they can run out of food and firewood. Yeah, I suspect that's exactly what will happen. Because nobody does any work except for Coby. Please.