Last week on Survivor: Kucha had chickens and fish and brutally slaughtered pig, oh my. Ogakor headed to its third straight Tribal Council and disagreed to disagree: twice. Finally, Mitchell hugged Jerri and didn't catch on fire. He did head home, however. Maybe he'll write a song about it.
At Ogakor, Colby tells us they've been "hearing the trees explode and crash" and that smoke from the fire has overtaken them. Lamber's pretty eyes are watering, which she realizes is different than crying. Tina tells us it's been "an interesting morning." Lamber deadpans that losing Mitchell was a surprise, and Jerri tells us it was a "pretty dramatic evening" and that their "little group of common voters has been pretty much busted up." We then see Jerri and Lamber whispering, and the island definitely has an echo, because Lamber is repeating everything Jerri says. Meanwhile, Keith and Colby snuggle up in the tent and play backgammon. Lamber tells us that it "seems like since Tina was able to get Colby to sway his vote last time to vote for Mitchell, seems like maybe he, uh, might sway again to their side. But we're, um, almost kind of fighting over him." Jerri's wearing some new evil little glasses as Colby tells her that his vote at the Tribal Council was strategic. Jerri says she's not harboring bad feelings about it, and then shoots a catastrophic fireball his way. She tells Colby that they're most powerful if they vote the same. He insists that he is, for the time being, going to keep voting for the weakest contributor. Jerri says that that means it's pretty much the end of any alliance and Colby says, "Jerri, I don't care," with a fabulously tired and indifferent tone in his voice. Jerri plays with a little stick that looks an awful lot like beef jerky to me and then rubs it on her lips as Colby says that he is only concerned with winning the next two immunity challenges. Jerri pouts, because the Texan auto customizer may be immune to the powers of her evil glasses of persuasion.
Kimmi greets Kucha's chickens with, "Good morning, stinkees." She tells us it was a tough night and that nobody slept. Jeff says he woke up and there was a hot coal on his shirt, and exclaims, "There was a little fire in my wooly!" Alicia repeats, "Fire in my wooly!" and says, "That's not the first time I heard that," which means nothing to me but was still pretty funny. The tribe has a light moment here until Jeff points out that the coal could have landed on Alicia's face, and she thinks about it for a second before responding, "Okay. That's not funny." Jeff tells us the fire was "popping coals" onto the tribe throughout the night and will need to be moved. This may mark Jeff's first ever comment lacking sarcasm, bitterness, and just plain bitchiness.