Back at Rotu's camp, Neleh tells us in a confessional, as we view a weary-looking Robert, that he's been feeling very sick for "a couple days," and thus hasn't been helping out much. Isn't "a couple days" the extent of the time they've been out there so far? In any case, Robert stumbles around a bit, and then The Moppet says, "Being a big guy comes with needing a lot of food"; he thinks the food situation has taken the biggest toll on Robert. Zoe distributes pineapple pieces to the tribe as Robert tells us in a confessional that they haven't had any protein since they've been out there. I'll bet in a regular week in Baltimore, I go three days with no protein. But that's not saying much about my Wow! chips and Pepsi diet, is it? Robert insists, "We're gonna change that today. We're gonna do something." He wants to get a chicken or pig: "I really need to sink my teeth into some sort of meat." We see various shots of Rotu making weapons: John has fashioned a funky fork-like spear, and The Moppet has made a phenomenal bow and arrow of sorts. It would have been interesting to see how they actually conceived of and executed the making of these weapons, but of course that's a lot to ask of the Survivor producers. In a confessional, John tells us they've also made fish hooks and fishing spears from acacia trees. Zoe proudly shows that she used tubing from the back of her sunglasses to make a slingshot, and then John brags that the "most creative thing" he came up with was "[his] own shrimp catcher." Which happens to look just like a big net. And which, if he's not careful on the whole shrimp thing, may result in his being called "Bubba Chump." In any case, John thinks that the tribe's biggest accomplishment is their pig snare, which appears to be some sort of booby trap in which a pig trips on a wire and gets knocked unconscious by a falling log tied to a string. Or something like that. If there was some larger, more sensible function of the trap, I missed it. The tribe hugs and cheers over their trap, which has yet to catch anything; then John says in a confessional, "If I catch a pig, you know, I might as well set my table at the final four." I hope he wouldn't set that table with the pig, though, which would be awful wormy by then.