We rejoin the group, and Tammy says she'd give anything for the reward in today's challenge to be food. Isn't the reward always food? I guess it could be a visit from home, but even that -- this far along in the game -- comes accompanied by at least a Mountain Dew or Snickers bar. Paschal never thought he could feel the inside of his ribs, but now he can. Neleh channels Jerri and starts moaning about chocolate; she wants Oreos, with "Twix or Snickers ice cream" on top, which is a very specific request. Like, if she just got Oreos, or if the Oreos came with chocolate chip ice cream on top instead of Twix or Snickers, would she be disappointed? The tribe discusses how they plan to inhale the reward food, and Sean says, "Snickers, smores." At this point I refuse to believe that they haven't been coached to mention Snickers, since it's a sponsor, and since there are about forty-five other kinds of candy bars out there, yet Snickers is the only one they bother to talk about. Personally, I'd be all about the Baby Ruth. Now the topic turns to caramel and hot fudge sundaes, and Tammy and Neleh clutch at each other and shriek at how good it sounds.
Back to Kathy, who is now swimming while holding what looks like a little mesh bag. In a voice-over, she says that the "sugar food fantasies" are bad and make everyone lethargic. She thinks they could spend their time better by looking for food instead of thinking and talking about it. She realizes that it's fun, but the diversion is "wrong" and unhealthy. Kathy's trying to get different types of food for the tribe, and that's a better diversion than "sittin' around talkin' about sweets." She scratches herself and sneers at the camera.
Now Sean lies in a pile of hay with his buff pulled completely over his face. He looks remarkably like a scarecrow. He tells the others that he's "hanging onto a thread." When Vecepia asks what he's talking about, he responds that he's incapable of doing anything right now, and is just trying to hold on. Paschal then pulls a Claire Danes and says that Marquesas is "without a doubt the worst place [he has] ever been on earth." He says it's been a constant battle of "dirt, filth, heat, sand, wind, [and] insects"; this is accompanied by corresponding shots of dirt, filth, heat, sand, wind, and insects. He concludes that "everything about it is nasty, dirty, filthy," and "it's just pure hell!" But please, Paschal, tell us how you really feel. Paschal's name, incidentally, was just crossed off the Marquesas Board of Tourism's short list for its next spokesperson.