Now Hunter rubs sunscreen on his arms while Patricia rubs it on his back. She then orders him to return the favor, and Gina laughs, "Notice she didn't ask us." Patricia defensively yells, "He has it on his hands!" while Sarah and Gina giggle. Patricia tells Hunter, "Be sure to go up under the bathing suit," and he continues along the path of unbelievable good nature. Rob watches while Hunter rubs lotion onto Patricia, and Sean and Vecepia also look on and giggle. Patricia insists that she needs the sunscreen because she burns, and then turns around and raises her arms in the air while Hunter starts to put lotion on her armpits. He stops himself, but Rob yells, "Nasty!" and then keeps yelling, "Go underneath, underneath!" I think Rob just called Patricia nasty, which shouldn't be funny, but is. Hunter flinches a bit but continues applying sunscreen to Mamma's upper arms, which she could surely reach herself.
Peaceful music brings us to Rotu where, at least, no one is calling each other nasty. Not yet, anyway. John is very excited because he caught one shrimp. Because shrimp, after all, is the fruit of the sea, and you can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, sauté it. And there are shrimp kabobs, shrimp creole...shrimp gumbo, pan-fried, deep-fried, stir-fried. There's pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp...shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich...and that's, that's about it. John marvels over "all that meat" while Tammy and The Moppet look perplexed because while you can do all that stuff with shrimp, you cannot do all that stuff with a shrimp. In a confessional John tells us that a hierarchy will develop in the tribe, and he wants to be as high on the food chain -- so to speak -- as possible, which would be as food and protein provider. Tammy and The Moppet congratulate John, even though he's done a fine enough job of congratulating himself. As they continue on their way, The Moppet mutters under his breath, "All we need is, like, thirty more." John looks confused, like he can't understand why one shrimp for eight people isn't something to celebrate.