So. Time for voting. Ozzy votes. Becky votes for Sundra. Sundra votes for Becky. Yul votes. And then, it is time to read votes. Becky. Sundra. Becky. Sundra. Dun-dun-duuuun! Does anyone have the hidden immunity idol? Sundra does not. Becky? There is a long pause, but Becky...does not. So this will be a tiebreaker, and it will involve making fire. There have been no dramatic changes in which the tiebreaker involves the best embodiment of ethnic stereotypes, surprisingly enough.

Sundra and Becky arrange themselves at their fire-making stations. They each have flint and steel, coconut husks, and wood. They have to build a fire high enough to burn through the rope. And...go! Tense music! Who will win? Becky and Sundra both carefully break up sticks and build little fire structures. They surround them with coconut husks. And now, they start to strike their flints to get flames. "Who will get the first flame?" Jeff wonders. Strike-strike-strike! Strike-strike-strike! This goes on for...a while, while the music plays tightly, until finally, Sundra gives this little chuckle, like, "Um, sorry." Becky looks around, equally embarrassed.

And then we cut back, and the caption reads, "Elapsed Time: 30 Minutes." Oh. Oh, boy. And they're still trying to get a flame going. Jeff Probst is sitting with his arms crossed, looking on disapprovingly. We look at the jury members, all of whom are sitting there with various bored expressions on their faces. The women keep working. Jeff Probst sits with his head in his hand. Brad begins to, uh, doze off.

And then: Elapsed Time: 1 Hour." Oh, NO. This is like watching my dog try to catch bugs. Jonathan and Adam yawn simultaneously as Parvati looks miserable. Candice yawns, "Come on." Now, the music has turned into the silly little bumbling-crooks music from, say, Home Alone. Ozzy has his head in his hands with his fingers covering his face. Ozzy cannot bear to look. Yul is bent over in misery, unable to hold up his head. "All right, stop right where you're at," Probst says coldly. And then there's this brilliant pause, and he says, "We're going to go to matches." Sundra and Becky both giggle in embarrassment. Resolved: The next time something isn't going well for you and you're realizing it's time to go to Plan B, your comment is, "We're going to go to matches."