Back from commercial, Pagongers Colleen and Greg ogle a lizard. Greg, whose sole distinguishable characteristic is that he is an "Ivy League Graduate," says they share a similar way of looking at things. Colleen joins Greg in a nasty-looking pool of muddy water and unconvincingly exclaims, "Oh, zees ees fun!" Greg tells us that Colleen is "rough and ready." And that's far more than I needed to know. Ramoaner, in typical "all work and no gossip makes Ramoaner a dull girl" fashion, says they disappeared for "like, an hour." But not to worry, they were busy making good use of their time creating the oh-so-clever All New Newly Stranded Survivor Game. It's up there with the "treemail" concept. At first I thought he said All Nude and that the cast of The Real World Hawaii was going to spring from the bushes to take them on. Instead, we suffer through only one round of the game in which Joel is asked to describe his favorite lovemaking position as a food. He says Good and Plenty, and I guess we're supposed to guffaw with the cast, but I'm still trying to figure out what the hell the question meant. Ramoaner loves Greg; she calls him an icebreaker. I'd like to break some ice over her head.
Tonight, when the tribe sleeps, the producers throw a snake in with the rats to shake things up a little.
In the morning, B.B. and Gretchen discover that their shelter is in danger of being washed out by high tide. B.B. admits that he was wrong when he insisted they build so close to the water. It's not a mistake on my part. I rewound to confirm. Twice. While moving a big log, the group drop it on Jenna's hand. She writhes around, but I don't think it's any more painful than delivering twins. Ramoaner is actually contributing, but she looks miserable about it. Commenting on B.B.'s negativity as he curses through the group effort, Joel says, "I can't let it bring me down anymore." Sounds like another threat to me. I've noticed that the collective strategy of those who contribute the least seems to be complaining excessively about those who contribute the most. Joel is smarmy; he looks like he spends too much time working out at a health club -- oh wait, that's his job. While arguing over the movement of the logs, B.B. tells Joel that if he needs help building a health club, he'll turn to Joel. Ramoaner chooses this relatively mild comment to be outraged about. In a confessional, B.B. says Joel "reminds me of a guy that [sic] where you buy him for what he's worth and sell him for what he thinks he's worth, you make a million dollars." Greg says in a Blaine kind of voice that it causes friction, or "a bit of chafing, if you want to put it in island terms." I'm not sure what this means, but since I don't have his Ivy League degree I'll assume it's over my head.