Rob and Amber sit by the fire, and he appears to be twisting his face into various uncomfortable contortions, particularly in that he's doing a kind of squinty Popeye thing with one eye. He kicks off his interview by pointing out that he hates everyone. Well, that's the upshot anyway. He says that in this situation, it's impossible not to get "fed up" with the people you've been trapped with for such a long time. "You're just drained," he explains. "You're tired, you're cranky, you're hungry, you're not sleepin' at night...and it's just, like, 'Shut up, don't talk to me.'" Rob has been eavesdropping on my living room while I watch, I fear. In other news, Rob's hair is much, much too big. There was a guy on Days Of Our Lives in the mid-'80s whom my sister and I called "Zipperhead," because he had such big fluffy hair that the part in it looked like...well, you get the idea. Height-of-hair-wise, Zipperhead had nothing on the Day 34 incarnation of Boston Rob.
In case you don't understand yet why a guy might get as far as "shut up, don't talk to me" with these people, we are treated to a still screwy-faced Rob (something's bothering that eye, I have to think) having a "talk" with Big Tom. Of course, you don't so much have a talk with Big Tom as you try to grasp random words as they stumble by you drunkenly, mooning you and taking giant gulps from a flask. And the best part is that Tom always looks right at you as if he's thinking you obviously not only know just what he's saying, but agree wholeheartedly. Rob interviews that, "for the most part," he hasn't understood what Big Tom has said the entire time they've been out on the island. Rob considers the possibility of a medical explanation, speculating that Big Tom might not be drinking enough water, and that this might cause his mouth to be all stuck together like that. Hm. Never seen that one in the Physician's Desk Reference, but I suppose that's what people used to say about PMS. And God knows that's a real thing. At Rob and Tom's "chat," Big Tom gets to the end of a long and emphatic comment that makes no sense whatsoever and almost sounds like, "Yeah, bumbling cat arena league left your watch in more." But that's probably not it. There's a pause. Finally, Rob says, "Yeah," in total agreement, hoping he hasn't just agreed to sleep with Mrs. Big Tom or go in on a time share or anything like that.