The next morning, a lovely time-lapse cloud shot starts off the day with a bang. Day nineteen at Morgan, as it turns out, is a rough one. Things may not be as dark as they once were, but we are certainly flirting with a return to the Camp of the Darned, at the very least. Among other hardships, it's raining, and although the tribe is lucky to have rain ponchos from the water reward, they're still not happy. "Bullshit rain, go away," Ryan-O says. Heh, I think that's how they sing that song in Pacino movies. He explains to Andrew that it's hard even to get out in the ocean to fish right now because he gets pounded around like so much photogenic flotsam. In an interview, Andrew opines that Morgan's drop-off in energy has been caused by its lack of protein food. Of course, there's protein in beans, but...hey, it's Andrew, so you're lucky he didn't attribute it to the tribe's failure to listen when he instructed them to start manufacturing protein spontaneously within their spleens. He reminds us that Morgan had some fish for a while when Rupert visited, but other than that, they don't have much luck with fishing. (I will certainly give Rupert all due credit for the mad fishing skillz -- it appears that he is indeed a super-talented fish guy.) Andrew, Tijuana, and Ryan-O stroll on the beach, and Ryan-O wades into the surf to try to spear a passing stingray. The stingray has a strong will to live, unfortunately, and it evades Ryan-O, leaving his tribe to lust after the protein that got away. "It's not that we don't want the fish; it's that we're having great difficulty catching them," Andrew says. For some reason, that comment strikes me very funny. "We're not vegetarians or anything; we're just completely inept!"
Morgan grimly gathers for yet another meal made from its favorite recipe: Beans Steeped In Pathos. "You can only eat so many beans," Andrew says sadly. "Why's that?" asks Ryan-O. There is a little pause. "They suck," Andrew answers. Heh. Tijuana points out that they only have a couple of portions of rice left, and Osten mentions that "it's imperative that [they] merge." I think if they run out of food, they could eat Osten's vocabulary. Mmm, crunchy. Osten then complains about how much weight he's lost and how miserable he is and such. Apparently, the conditions affecting him must be worse than the conditions affecting everyone else, or you'd think you'd hear a little less of the pathetically self-pitying bitchery. Perhaps he's not getting the shipments of Twinkies and beer that are going to the rest of the players. He actually seems to be claiming that he's worse off because he's the biggest guy, which is...kind of like logical, only the opposite. In an interview, Andrew talks about how much better off the tribe would be if they had fish, and he then says he actually can't really stand to think about having fish, because it makes him too depressed. Aw. I know guys who are like that about their old girlfriends. Poor, poor Andrew.