So what is actually in this trunk? Well, some goblets, candleholders, and candles, all of which can probably be saved and used for a highly anticlimactic picnic at some point. There's canned food, but frankly, all the cans appear to be smashed (indicating that getting wet is not the only thing that went wrong), so I'm not sure I'd want that, either. They land some coffee beans they seem to think they can salvage, although if it were me, a cup of semi-coffee would only make me miss actual coffee, so that might just bring misery. Burton interviews that he thinks the tribe was being ridiculous and needed to "grow up" because they were so disappointed by the haul. I don't know...after all that buildup, to have everything suck that much? Psychologically, I do see how that would be a blow. Jon (unsurprisingly) pitches in on the complaining, pointing out that they got blankets that were totally gross, a hammock that smelled, and a mosquito net that wasn't any better. "I'd call it a ghetto Christmas," he says. "It's like asking for an Incredible Hulk doll and...and gettin' your sister's Ken doll painted green." You know, not to stand up for him, but there's really nothing wrong with Jon that giving him a kick in the head, a concussion, and a lengthy hospital stay wouldn't fix. Oh, wait. Giving him those things would fix what's wrong with me. My mistake.