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‘Survivor: One World:’ Child’s Play

Following Troyzan’s exit on last week’s Survivor: ONE WORLD! the vibe was tense back at the former Big Mike’s Co-Ed Dorm, with Kim spooked by Troyzan’s last words to Kat: DO IT.  It’s haunted all of our memories since:

But what did he mean???  What secret deal did Kat and Troyzan have?  What did those magic words express?  Were those the same words that Bill Murray uttered to Scarlett Johansson  at the end of Lost in Translation?  Were they trigger words intended to set Kat off into a hypnotic state?  Well, no, none of those things. He was just rattling the cage.  But he did a good job of it.  Enough to make Kim, queen of Survivor but always a bridal shop owner and never a bride, nervous about Kat’s continued presence in the game.

More: It’s Family Day! And things get weird.

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‘Survivor: One World’ – Fowl Play

Before we start this off, we need to speak to Kat for a second.  Girl, get it together.  You bawl at Tribal Council like that one time Robbie Morris told his dad the dirty joke that we had told him at indoor recess earlier that day, and we were sent to bed without TV and ice cream (the joke, if you must know, is entitled “Seymour Upmore.”  We’ll let you fill in the blanks).  Kat, you need to toughen up.  That was just your second of – if you’re exceptionally lucky – many Tribal Councils.  But don’t take it from us, take it from Jimmy Dugan.

Got it? Good.

Unfortunately, once the ladies are able to dry their eyes, they’re doused with what was either ten minutes of drizzle or seven days of apocalyptic downpour.  Either way, those bitches be WET (of course, one has question Chelsea’s decision to try to wait out the storm in the ocean.  Then again, four feet of water probably offers more protection than their shelter.  You know, cause chicks can’t build shit (jk, jk!)).  But, defying their earlier histrionics, the women remain resolute, refusing to run to the big strong men and their big strong tarp (and the palms fronds the women themselves had woven.  It’s kinda like a Gift of the Magi where one person gets totally fucked).  Also, they somehow rejected Colton’s offer to cuddle.  Now that’s will power.  Girls, we had you all wrong.

Until about nine minutes later…

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