Of course, as soon as Christa leaves, the bitching begins. Because no matter how nice you are, these people are going to bitch about you. Osten insists that all Christa's claims that she doesn't know anything are just attempts to be "crafty," because she's not as dumb as she's acting. He busts on her "Big Bird-type personality," which he thinks is "a farce." I'm sorry, what? Big Bird? A Big Bird personality farce? What? Again, he just makes no sense.
Post-Christa's visit, Andrew comes up with possibly his stupidest remark yet, and that is really saying something. He says, "Right now, I think the Morgan tribe mentally is probably stronger than the Drake tribe, because we have experienced so much defeat. They've probably been sleeping better than us [sic]; they probably have the same amount of water. They definitely have the same amount of bug bites. But they have this euphoria, the adrenaline that naturally results from winning. And that's huge out here. We haven't had that yet. So I can't wait for Drake to suffer some defeats and see if they just crumble." Thus ends Andrew's theory of how euphoria and adrenaline are very bad for you in a difficult competition. You know, that's why coaches always tell teams to focus mostly on losing.
Commercials. You know, I care less about the new Bill Murray movie than I do about the old Elvis Costello song. ["Both are excellent." -- Wing Chun]
Day 8, Camp of the Damned. For some reason, Morgan is getting the benefit of cheerful pirate-tootling that is normally reserved for Drake. Perhaps it's because, for the first time, it appears that they have been given their team flag, which is sitting with the "treemail" along with a little wooden tripod apparatus. Clue, clue! Sigh. Lill takes the stuff away from what is apparently a very ferocious Guard Lizard, and takes it back to the shelter. She reads the typically awful poetry on the clue, which tells them that they'll have to pick their smallest tribe member, and their strongest, to participate in the immunity challenge. They choose Osten as their strongest, and then they choose Darrah as their littlest. Darrah does that tickled-pink half-smile that teeny girls do when you recognize how teeny they are. "Whooo, meeee?" Eh, bite me, Pee-wee. For some reason (call it "bad editing"), we then have to hear Andrew repeat to us what we just heard in the clue. I hate that. Hate that so much. I want to see it or hear about it. Never, ever both.