Credits. Rita really does look a little bit like Uncle Nick. At least I can convince myself that she does.
We return to Moto on Day 7, where Stacy and Lisi are applying blue paint to the floor of the shelter. It's a little bit like Trading Spaces with more poisonous snakes and fewer stick-on flowers. As Stacy explains this, it was Lisi's idea, to partially seal the floor so that the ants wouldn't come in so much. You can imagine how happy they'd be over at Ravu if ants were their biggest problem. They would most likely catch and eat them. Even if they had tiny dots of blue paint on their feet. The music at this stage is a little wacky, as if the painting project is an inherently ridiculous idea, but I'm not sure it is. I mean, it depends on how the ants are getting in, but temporarily -- long enough for a month-long stay at most -- I can imagine paint making it a little more difficult for ants actually to come up through the wood. Once again, we watch the Moto tribe eat delicious food and talk about how it's all too easy, it's all going too well, and they sort of still can't believe this is Survivor. This, we have seen before. Boo interviews that life at Moto is basically a party. I think he's the kind of guy who probably does sustain injuries while partying fairly frequently, so it makes sense that it would strike him this way. He looks at the camera and says, "It's not even survival, it's...thrival." I felt pretty damn stupid looking that up to make absolutely sure it wasn't a word before I pointed out that it isn't a word, but...it isn't a word, "Boo." There's no such thing as "thrival." Lisi tells the group that she thinks the members of Ravu might just start "dropping like flies," owing to their inability to get anything to go right. I trust she isn't hoping they're dropping like flies, because hoping to beat people is a far cry from hoping they die of dehydration.
Cut to...Ravu! Day 7! Mournful strings play, sounding oddly like they could be the beginnings of songs by a couple of different really good bands I know. This means I listen to only depressing music. I wonder how that happened. Rocky lies on the ground, looking weak. Yau Man sits, looking weak. It's kind of becoming epic. You sort of expect Scarlett O'Hara to wander among them and bind their wounds. And then a boat approaches, and it's Earl, returning from Exile Island. Remember Earl? He's had water for a couple of days, at least, which is more than the rest of them can say. I hope he had a lot to drink. The tribe welcomes him, and in a very sad exchange, he kind of hopes they already have fire, and they kind of hope he brought fire with him, and everyone gets depressed all over again. It's like O. Henry if you read it backwards. He says that encountering his tribemates on the beach was like running into "a bunch of begging children." Sigh. As Earl settles in, they ask him about the idol, and he says something about how the clue is "interesting." He says in an interview that he's not sure where to look, but that "it's under something that's high." The talk among the tribe turns back to fire, and Earl wonders if they're trying to make any use of the great big sun. Rita says yes, they're planning to, but that they're waiting until it's high in the sky. It's sort of sad watching them just lying there waiting for the sun to change position, because they lack the energy to do anything else.