And it's over to Saboga, and over to some happier music. Jerri is hard at work chopping some wood into usable logs. She explains her plan to build a table by driving two pairs of logs into the sand in "X" arrangements, and then laying something on top of them. It's sawhorse construction, basically. Rupert condescendingly chuckles at her, because he knows how to do everything, and no one else knows how to do anything. And with that condescending laugh and all the ones to follow, he is managing to squander quite a bit of the goodwill he built up with me over the last two episodes when it actually appeared that he might have learned something from the last time he did this. But I guess not, because instead of admitting that someone else might have a good idea or might just want a damn table, Rupert interviews with great amusement that something has "gotten into the tribe" and there's all this "nervous energy," which he attributes in part to guilt about Rudy. Yeah, thanks, big guy, we'll just file that under "Projecting" in the Great File Cabinet Of Castaway Dysfunction. Jerri and Jenna carefully place the tabletop, and guess what? It works. Rupert looks on with that same smirky "oh, they're so cute" smile. Girls...trying to do stuff...that is so adorable. Jerri interviews that without being overconfident, she feels very good about how the tribe is doing right now. She says that the four who are left are "family" and "work really well together." Rupert brings home the world's smallest fish, and they all coo accordingly. Oh, except Ethan, who is unmistakably irked. Watching Rupert and Ethan knock heads might be the best entertainment I've had in several years. It's like watching the Yankees play the Braves -- I'm supremely depressed that someone has to win, but enormously comforted that someone has to lose. Ethan asks Rupert where he found the fish, and Rupert just gestures out to the water, saying, "Right there." Ethan takes the spear and says he's going out into the water. It's very hard to explain the funny music they use here to punctuate Ethan's futile efforts at fishing, unless you've ever heard Spike Jones, in which case I would say it's essentially sparse music littered with the occasional Spike-Jones-like sound effect. So it's like, "Bump. Ba-bump-bump-bump. [Zoing-a-zoing!] Bump. Ba-bum. [Splat!]." It's funny. Somebody is having a good time at Ethan's expense. You know -- somebody besides me.