Bored, bored, bored. This is like watching mud dry in the sun. Oh, wait, that is what we're watching. Mud dry on their thinning carcasses as Jamba Juice Jeff looks on. Sand crabs pass. Waves come in. In Texas, a skinny black cat gets high on catnip. Some kid gets beat up on the streets of Brooklyn as Tom Joad looks on, ready to step in. It's sloooow, is what I'm saying. At four hours, Jeff again says that can't get over how Richard just chose to step down. He accuses Rich of orchestrating it so Rudy does his dirty work for him. Jeff astutely observes that the Alliance is out of Rich's hands. Rudy comments that he was hoping Rich would be the worker bee. As they swap places, Rudy takes his hand off absently. Kelly points it out. She wins again. She gets the immunity necklace and, even better, a hug from Rich. We go to commercial before I have a chance to pass out.
Lots of Survivor-inspired commercials. Ask me if I give a grilled rat's ass..
Later that day and back at camp, Kelly is gloating. She says she knew the only way she would get this far was with the immunity necklace as her constant accessory. Rich again explains how he knew he wasn't going to win. Kelly recounts it as a goofy thing for Rich to do, given his "noble" speech. Rich maintains that even if he's voted off, it was still a good idea to quit. You know, I liked it better when they did the immunity challenge (an active immunity challenge) and then didn't talk about it for five more hours. The fewer people on the island, the more chance for nothing to happen, I guess. Rudy is beating himself up for what he perceives to be a dumb move. Oh, come now, Rudy, it's not that bad. At least you weren't hallucinating and singing gospel songs. Rudy doesn't care what I say. He makes like the monk in The Name of the Rose and self-flagellates until he bleeds.