We immediately cut to HeiDDi, who frantically whispers to Jenna that they got themselves this far without Rob, but that she won't tell him that. In the background, Rob obliviously fumbles around as HeiDDi curtly says, "All I know is I'm goin' home Friday." A monkey extends its leg and scratches itself, reminding me of the time I was in a chi-chi Manhattan boutique and there was a poodle in the store wearing a tutu, and it was standing in front of a mirror alternately extending its back legs and admiring itself. True story.

Topic.

Butch drags branches through the jungle while the soundtrack makes whispery noises which, when played backwards, say, "The devil is going to burn your camp down with all this spare firewood." Rob announces that he's got enough wood to keep the fire burning for three days, and in his best drug dealer voice adds, "This is the best firewood that you could find." Jenna groans because they have "eight pounds of firewood and the biggest log I've ever seen in my life," and Rob doesn't know why they need so much, except that Butch told him to get it. Jenna concludes, "Butch done lost his mind." Butch fussily asks a branch if it's dry yet. Rob says he doesn't know what's up with Butch's obsession with firewood, but as soon as he wakes up in the morning, he announces that they need to go get firewood. Interspersed with Rob's comments are various shots of Butch conversing with various pieces of firewood. Rob adds that as soon as Butch gets back to camp with the firewood, he thinks they need to go get more, concluding, "And he's adamant about the wood!"