JEFF PROBST: Previously, on Survivor 3.01: The Yukon: The two re-formed Tribes met in their first Immunity Challenge, and when it was done, Sampo emerged victorious, sending Konga to Tribal Council. To Lobo, it may have seemed like another hallucination caused by the mushrooms he had eaten, but it was no dream. When the voting was done, Lobo was voted out of the Yukon.
[Konga Campsite]
NEIL: I can’t believe I outlasted that son of a bitch Lobo! I love this game so much!
[Sampo Campsite]
KITTEN: I hate this game so much. I had my strategy all planned out, and when they switched the Tribes, it screwed all that up. (Sobbing): I thought I had it so made! It was all so creamy!
MR. B NATURAL: There, there, Kitten. Cheer up. Hey! I know what’ll turn that frown upside-down! Some music! Who wants to play my flute?
MELISSA: … Ewww! Put that away.
RUBY: You call that a flute, sugar? Looks more like a piccolo.
MR. B NATURAL: Well, it’s a magic flute. Would you like to play my flute, Roger?
ROGER: Get away from me, yew freak!
[Konga Campsite]
EULABELLE: I keep wonderin’ about what Jeff said the other night at Tribal Council. About the million dollars.
GEORGIA: They wouldn’t do that, would they? Not give the winner the money?
GLEN: I think they’re just trying to mess with our minds. They’ve got the money, all right.
TORGO: Who… KNOWS? Maybe the… RATINGS… are DOWN.
EULABELLE: The concept is becoming a little stale.
NEIL: Yeah, and they’ve resorted to gimmicks to draw viewers. I mean, look at the sixteen people they started with this time.
GLEN: What’s your point, Neil?
NEIL: Well, I mean, come on. Half of us are complete weirdos. A mutant lab assistant. Another who’s one of Satan’s minions. One, maybe two witches. A stripper. A demented gardener. A nightmare music fairy. It’s obviously a stunt to bring in viewers.
GLEN: You’re forgetting about the giant freak! Everyone come and look at the freak!
NEIL: I am not forgetting about the giant freak. I mean, well, you know what I mean.
GLEN: It’s all right, Neil. I just don’t want to grow any more! I DON’T WANT TO GROW ANY MORE! [Glen storms off, upset. The other Survivors are all knocked out of their seats.]
GEORGIA: I hate it when he does that.
[Sampo Campsite]
ROGER: Land o’ Goshen! Is that a earthquake?
MICKEY: We should try to figure our voting strategy for the next time we have to go to Tribal Council. I saw Ruby giving some strange hand signals to Melissa. With her hands.
ROGER: Well., speak of the devil! Here come Ruby now! [Ruby approaches Roger and Mickey.]
RUBY: Hi, guys. How’s it going?
ROGER: Hey, Miss Ruby. Come set a spell.
RUBY: Oh, look! I have a hole in my stocking. I wish I had my sewing… KIT! TEN years ago, beFORE I went into burlesque, I worked as a seamstress. It was something I learned at… VO-tech!
MICKEY: I see. So you can fix clothes? Because I have a lot of holes, in my pants. A lot of holes. Several.
RUBY (Sighs heavily): OK, let’s try this. * Cough * Kittenhasfourvotes * Cough *.
ROGER: Yew got sumpin’ caught in yer throat, Ruby? [Slaps her on the back a few times.]
RUBY: Oh, God, you two are such morons! I’m out of here. B’s giving a flute recital, and I said I’d dance.
ROGER: Be seein’ yew, Miss Ruby.
JEFF PROBST: Well, as much as we’d like to hang around and watch that particular performance, we must be leaving. Tomorrow brings another Immunity Challenge, so we’ll see you next time, on Survivor!
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