The moon morphs into the sun and it's morning on Day 19 at Boranew. A chicken crows for her lost kin. An African chants for his corrupted continent. Clarence informs us that the tribe ate a chicken the previous night. He says, "And we all took our turn on it and it was awesome." It was the best thing he's had so far in Africa, but his digestive system is bothered because he hasn't had "fat or grease in it for a while." He says he woke up "with a little rumblin' in the stomach" and headed out into the bush with his shovel. We see a panorama shot of elephants and a dark, small blurb in front of them that turns out to be Clarence squatting and standing up and pulling up his pants and tucking. He tells us that when he finished "doing [his] business," he saw a "nice little herd of elephants" nearby and realized he'd been lazy about security. He says, "While I was doing my business, I could have got trampled," and laughs that that would have been an embarrassing way to die.
Back at camp, Kimj wonders to Clarence whether they'll merge. He tells us in a confessional that the tribe thought it was "merger day," but so far they've just been "pretty much hangin' out." Kimj tells us she's learned playing Survivor that just when she thinks there's a pattern, there isn't one, so now she just waits to see what will happen. Boranew eats a breakfast of surprisingly large piles of cornmeal; Kimj wants to know if they're all thinking about the prior evening's chicken feast. Clarence responds, "I was thinkin' about that chicken this morning." Hee. Kimj then points out that the swarm of flies buzzing around the cornmeal don't even move when she swats at them. She jokes that the meal is just like Sunday brunch -- with a newspaper, cornmeal, and a comfy sofa. Frank asks, "What is brunch again, exactly?" There's a pause while the others try to figure out if he's for real. Kimj explains, "Brunch -- depending on where you go -- is all and any kind of seafood to eggs to -- I mean -- just huge, and it's just all a set price. I mean, you get a lot of food for your money." That could possibly be the least helpful (and strangest) definition of brunch ever. For starters, she's confusing "brunch" with "buffet." I know some brunches are buffets but not all brunches are buffets, and certainly all buffets aren't brunches. I'm only nitpicking because, in a confessional, Kimj says that Frank knows a lot of things, but she can't believe he's never heard the term "brunch" before. I suppose she should feel better about herself for having heard of brunch, but why disseminate false information to define it? Back in the discussion, Frank concludes of brunch that "it's a combination breakfast/lunch," thus handily managing to define the term more accurately than Kimj did. For the record, the dictionary defines brunch as "a meal typically eaten late in the morning as a combination of a late breakfast and an early lunch." Kimj further explains in her confessional that Frank is a "three meals a day man" and probably eats them all at the same time every day. We then see Frank off by himself somewhere scraping at a pot and Teresa yells, "Frank, you want any more mush...I mean, excuse me, cornmeal?"