Over to you, Amber. She opens with "Hi, guys." Brilliant! She blathers for a while about how different it is to play with people she knows, and she assures them that she certainly didn't originally intend to walk away with a boyfriend. She says that the reason she's sitting in the position she is comes down to "luck, all of [them] for not voting [her] off, and because of [her] alliance with Rob." She says she understands there are "sore feelings" on the jury, and that she's "satisfied" with what's come out of the game so far. Yeah...I'll give her some sore feelings.

And now, it's time for the jury to ask questions. Fasten your seatbelts and strap on your hip waders, people, because you're going to need them.

The first person to speak is, unfortunately, Lex. He and his Mohawk get up and say the following, which you really have to experience in its entirety, just on the off-chance that you missed it: "It's just a game. That's something we've probably all said a thousand times while we were out here. And I'm sure that for both of you, it was an excuse that helped wash away the guilt as you played the game the way that you played it. You know what? That phrase, 'it's just a game'? It's a big lie. It's not just a game." He turns to the rest of the jury, as if representing them. "For all of us out here, for all of you, it's life. And the line between game and life is not cut and dried. Life blurs into the game constantly. This game exposes who we are as people to the core. It's like truth serum. And I think the way you play this game is representative of the kind of person you are. The hardest lesson I learned out here was about friendship and betrayal. And I think the true measure of a man is what kind of friend he is. What kind of a friend are you, Rob? What kind of a friend were you to me? You asked me to do you a favor. Bro to bro. Friend to friend. And I did the only thing I could do, and that was to answer the call of a friend in need. You repaid that by putting a knife in my back." Here, Lex adopts a look of phony resignation. "As far as this game's concerned, I lost, and you both beat me. No sour grapes [sic], no bitterness [sic]. With all sincerity [sic], I congratulate both of you [sic] for making it to the final two. But as I see it, as good as your game was, you sold out your values, you sold out your character, and you sold out your friends for a stack of greenbacks. I hope it was worth it, because that money will never be enough to buy it all back."