The breakfast group returns, and they talk and talk and talk about their wonderful breakfast. Do people learn nothing? I mean, nothing? Who doesn't know that you don't come back to a bunch of people who are both starving and petty and crow about all that you've had to eat? Cirie talks, just as someone does every season at about this time, about how obnoxious it was hearing all about the food over and over. Sally informs everyone that she ate fifteen strips of bacon. "I just couldn't eat any more bacon!" she says. "Those are quality problems," Shane grumps. Ha! I kind of feel him, which is the only time you will hear me say that, certainly. "'I couldn't finish my bacon, because there was too much,'" he mocks with dry hate, and for a moment, all is forgiven between me and Shane. Not only that, but Sally shows off the bulge in her belly while lying next to Courtney, who is downright emaciated. That is just...not that nice, really. "I didn't care how big your stomach was!" Cirie interviews. "That kind of pissed me off. We're starving, eating beans, and you're going, 'Look, hey, I'm so fuuuuull!'" Sally continues showing off the belly. Not smart, Sally. "I have to win something or I will die in Panama," Cirie remarks. Heh. I'd like to see her win something, but she doesn't seem to be a threat right now, I'm afraid.

Meanwhile, at Exile Island that night, things are not happy. Austin and Chiclets are apparently being made to spend two nights there, and they are shivering and miserable. "This sucks so bad," Austin says. He and Chiclets agree that this is for the birds, this out-all-night thing.