At Boranew, The Music of Imminent Tribal Hijinx plays. Clarence announces to the tribe that he wants to be a food critic for the rest of his life. He wants to be the "man's man" food critic -- the "meat and potatoes food critic." What? Women can't like meat and potatoes? Tell that to my mother-in-law, for whom the phrase "Would you like a nice ham?" is a daily utterance. He says, "When people see me comin', they'd better be on their game. Their french fries better be extra-greasy. Your pancakes better be extra fluffy." He continues, "Let the rest of the food critics all [sic] those fancy French sushi places." Various tribe members are amused, and Frank tell us in a confessional that Clarence is having the hardest time "controlling finding his fingers on some fried chicken, more or less." He doesn't blame Clarence, but down the road, he knows the chickens might prove to be a valuable part of the tribe's strategy, so they should wait before carving them up. Clarence tells us that his tribe members are "of the opinion that given the right environment," the chickens will lay eggs. In a confessional, Teresa says that Frank wants to put out a net so that the chickens can run and play. She cracks up, but tries to hide it, which is cute. We see Frank trying to make the coop more comfortable for the chickens and concluding, "I think that's better for 'em, don't you?" Clarence tells the chickens, "One of you say your goodbyes." He pokes at the cage, and a chicken snaps at him. Frank says, "She's telling you!" Hee. Clarence tells the chickens not to be mad. In a confessional, he says that as much as his tribemates are joking about the chickens, he's serious. He sharpens a knife very seriously. Because he's serious. He then says, "You know, I talked to each one of the chickens personally, and I've informed them that, you know, they're on notice." Kim says, "Last night you told 'em you loved 'em..." And Clarence responds that indeed he did, adding, "I also told 'em, you know, you got twenty-four hours to lay an egg -- and now technically it'll be forty-eight hours -- so that's on them." He swears that he'll give the chickens a reprieve if there's an egg in the morning. Kimj yells to the others, "Clarence says if we find an egg in the morning, the chicken lives..." The chickens look very alert because they fully comprehend the situation.