In the morning, Christa and Rupert, still lolling about on their chariots of self-importance, pass some beverage or other back and forth, calling each other "baby" the whole time. Jon, speaking for many of us -- and how scary is that? -- says that Christa and Rupert's smoochie-woochie routine makes him want to throw up his stingray and coconut all over their festival of snuggles. He adds that he thinks that for Rupert, Christa, and Sandra -- as for student body presidents throughout history -- "absolute power corrupts absolutely." I don't think the Triumvirate is any more corrupt than anyone else, actually, I just think they're more blind. And arrogant. And annoying. But then, the phenomenon of Jon's acting as my spokesperson really wasn't likely to last, unless I was prepared to increase the number of my thoughts that included the names of wrestlers and expressions like "oh, yeeee-ah." Burton and Jon head out to "get some water," by which they mean "talk about how to get rid of Rupert, Christa, and Sandra." Jon interviews, somewhat indignantly, that Rupert, Christa, and Sandra are trying to "hand-feed" fourth place to him, and they seem to expect him to be happy with it. This has convinced Jon to look for a chance to switch out of his alliance. So Rupert's efforts to convince his tribemates that they are finishing in places of honor by losing to him are working perfectly, as it turns out, except in reverse. As Burton and Jon collect water, they talk about how they ought to be able to interest Darrah and Tijuana -- who know that, barring a miracle, they might as well pack up their duds and scoot -- in an alliance (along with Lill) to boot the Triumvirate before things go any further down the road to Rupert's self-scheduled coronation. Don't start tuning up yet, Royal Orchestra of Rupertania.
Episode Report CardMiss Alli: A- | 503 USERS: C+
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