Shii Ann next tries to put a scare in Boston Rob by telling him that she'll be shocked if he makes it to the final two using his "current strategy." Yeah, that makes sense, because it doesn't seem to be working well for him at all so far. He looks bored and inspects his fingernails, which I'm sure is not a good idea at this point unless you want to get very depressed. Shii Ann claims to hope he does well, which she doesn't.

Back in the shelter later with the rest of the soggy Chaperans, Rob tells them that Shii Ann tried to unload a heap of strategic advice on him, and that his reaction was, "Thanks for the info, Shii Ann." Heh. He also reminds them that their group strategy needs to be to keep her from winning immunity.

Today's rain-soaked treemail is written on a mask, and it suggests a reward challenge having something to do with food. Alicia interviews that they certainly hope it's a food challenge, because they can't really cook or fish in the drenching rain they've been experiencing for a while now. So they haven't had, you know, a free feast for several days, poor babies. Tom picks up the mask and holds it over his face, making "ooga-ooga" noises, to which Rob simply comments, "Dumb-ass." Hey, it's not diplomatic, but sometimes, you just have to call 'em like you see 'em.

The castaways meet Jeff on a beach where, to Rupert's amusement (which is signaled by his dorky, remedial fee-fi-fo-fum laugh), they each are represented by a large and comical mask. Notably, Amber and Jenna are made to look like twins. Which...not, really. Jeff starts by handing out a questionnaire that they all have to fill out about the members of the tribe. He advises them to answer honestly and not discuss their answers. So it's like the SATs, with less Jolt Cola and more sand in your shorts. They wander off and answer all the questions. When they return, he tells them that they're now going to be asked the same questions, and that they should hold up the card for the name of the tribe member that they think the majority (or, presumably, the plurality) of the tribe voted for. So this time, rather than answering for yourself, you're guessing what everybody else thinks. Every time you get one right, you get to make one chop at the rope that holds back a smasher aimed at somebody else's mask. It takes three chops to knock somebody out. So in short, three hits knock you out. Last one standing wins reward. And what's the reward? It's food, but there's a catch. Everybody will be going to a restaurant where the reward winner will distribute seven dinners to the tribe. And there's no sharing, so whoever is granted the bowl of rice gets just a big old bowl of rice. And then, presumably, goes on a murderous rampage.