Previously on This Show: Everything.

Credits. Long form! Old school! Remember Ruth Marie? Oh, the indignity of being picked up by the back of your shirt with your feet flailing like you're in a cartoon. So horrible. So funny. Good times.

You will recall that we left off midstream more than usual, so when we arrive, it is Tribal Council, Night 36. Now is the moment for Chiclets and Cirie to start their fire-building challenge. It's kind of like watching two chipmunks prepare for a wrestling contest. The jury watches anxiously, because they all like Cirie, but they'd all like to get their bloodthirsty claws into Chiclets come jury time. What would be the fun of, like, Cirie and Aras in F2? "I like you. I like you, too. I WANT AN APOLOGY. No, not really." But anyway, these are the people we have in the challenge, so there's nothing we can do about it.

Ready? Go. Cirie and Chiclets both make a little pile of coconut husks to start off with, and they both start scraping their little magnesium flint blocks. Cirie is the first to get a visible flame going. Cirie gets the flame up to a pretty good size, and she seems to have the early advantage. Chiclets gets fire, too, but they both have trouble keeping their fires going because they're just burning up the coconut husks -- there's no wood. These fires, so far, are like an affair with Ethan Zohn: short, unsatisfying, smelly, and built from inferior materials that doom the entire enterprise to an early demise.

On her second try, Chiclets smartens up and starts to build a stack of wood -- which is as intelligent as Colby Donaldson -- rather than just trying to immediately get the big flame-up from the husks as she and Cirie did the first time. Basically, what's admirable is that Chiclets figured out that she needed to be patient and not worry about Cirie getting the instant flame-up from the husks; she just has to work on getting a good fire going that would actually stay lit and build to the point where it would burn the rope. It did seem like when Steph did this challenge, her fire burned the rope a lot quicker than either of these. Chiclets fire builds nicely, and eventually, the rope catches fire, while Cirie is still trying to get any kind of a flame going. And then, just like that, Chiclets's flag pops, and she wins, meaning that Cirie -- lovely, enjoyable, initially overmatched Cirie, who was afraid of leaves and almost took the very first boot -- is going home. For some reason, this makes Austin and Sally really happy. Maybe they hate happiness. Aras, on the other hand, looks miserable, probably for a couple of reasons. Cirie and Chiclets share a hug. As Cirie says goodbye to Aras, she says, "Sorry," and he says, "You did your best." He's a dork, but he handled that okay, I think. Cirie walks over and is snuffed, which Jeff does with good-natured regret. Cirie blows kisses as she leaves, and I remark to the person watching the show with me that if I played this game -- which would never happen, because I hate drinking dirty water almost as much as I hate happiness -- I would really value walking away in a situation where people could still like me and feel like I was a decently nice person, which Cirie did a good job of achieving. I will miss you, Cirie.