Back at camp, Brady admits that as long as the alliance of five remains intact, there isn't very much that he can do. Like hapless Survivors of yore, he has decided that his only chance to stick around is to rely on bringing fish to the masses. This was the part where I was sure we were going to get a visit from Rupert. You can only imagine how horrifying this was to me, considering that I have barely recovered from his last appearance. Or, should I say, appearances? Let's just not talk about it anymore; I'll wind up with spittle in the corner of my mouth and my eyes bulging out of my head. At any rate, Brady hopes that the other guys will like him better if he's catching fish. So he and his knee-length blue swim trunks go wandering into the ocean, hoping for the best. Brady says in an interview that the fishing may change the minds of just enough people to keep him alive. We watch him in the usual Survivor-style adventure montage, in which he attempts to catch fish and humiliates himself by catching ones so tiny they can only be enjoyed as appetizers, and then only by very small people who aren't hungry. It's amazing how when I first saw Travis's Bob Barker shirt, I thought it was very cute. Now, I have seen it enough, and every time it is in view, it makes me kind of want to punch him in the face. That's very common, I find, with ironic clothing. "Look, I'm wearing a Mr. T. sweatshirt!" "[Thwap.]"

Brady refers to the fish he caught as "Little Fish and his brother Littler." Because animals are apparently only in our lives to be humiliated, even in death. It's the same reason people put shirts on dogs. In fact, Brady even says that the smaller fish are stupider than the larger fish, and that the only fish stupid enough to stand around and allow him to hit them with the spear are the small ones. I'm not sure the physics of that hold up, considering that I'm almost certain it's actually a bit easier for a small fish to avoid being speared than a large fish. But it's easy for me to say -- these are the sorts of things you have the luxury of thinking about when you aren't fully occupied by the fact that you're stuck on an island for weeks with a bunch of guys who smell like feet. Travis opines, in fact, that the fish Brady is catching are not even worthy of being eaten. Fortunately, Rory is happy to eat the little ones, so the fish do not die in vain. And really, beggars can't be choosers, and it seems to me that one bite is better than no bites. It's not really clear to me what the guys are eating, I guess. They imply later it's plantains, but is that it? Because that's rough.