JEFF PROBST: Previously, on Survivor 3.01: The Yukon: Mickey and Torgo returned from their visit into a nearby village, bringing back the prize of seven kilograms of caribou organs. While at first the rest of the Tribe was disappointed with the haul, Eulabelle prepared a tasty gumbo with the meat, and the Tribe ate their fill.

Later, Torgo won the Immunity Challenge, and Melissa was voted out of the Yukon. Now, eight Survivors remain, and trust is becoming a critical issue.

RUBY: B, I’m just kind of surprised that you voted for Melissa.

MR. B NATURAL: Well, why not? She wasn’t a member of our original Tribe.

RUBY: It should’ve been obvious to you that she really hates Mickey. The rest of us all voted for Mickey. If you’d have voted for Mickey, he’d be gone now. Now, we’re sitting ducks. Like a bunch of burlesque queens at a Shriner’s convention.

MR. B NATURAL: But Mickey’s my friend! We’re friends ‘til the end!

RUBY: I thought I was your friend.

MR. B NATURAL: Well, don’t even think that you’re not! You’re my friend, too!

RUBY: Was Melissa your friend?

MR. B NATURAL: Oh, you know she was!

RUBY: Uh huh. You see that tree over there, B? Is that tree your friend?

MR. B NATURAL: Of course! All living things are my friend!


[Back at the camp, Eulabelle is sitting alone in the tent, holding a small wax figure with a feather stuck in its neck.]

EULABELLE (chanting in a low voice):

Zombie blanc, zombie blanc, listen now to my command.
Zombie blanc, zombie blanc, I control thy heart and hand.
Zombie blanc, zombie blanc, rest now from thy slavish toil.
Zombie blanc, zombie blanc, plagued you be with cursed boil.


[Just outside the camp, Torgo and Roger are gathering firewood. Roger stops, and stares blankly into space.]

TORGO: Come… ON… Roger. Back to… WORK. We must… GATHER… more WOOD.

[Roger continues to stare, unblinking, into the distance. After a few minutes, Torgo shakes him back to consciousness.]

ROGER: Wha’? What happened just there? Did Ah black out?

TORGO: You were just… STANDING… there, for about… FIVE… minutes. Which is OK… with ME. But the… MASTER doesn’t… APPROVE… of… SLACKERS.

ROGER: Somethin’ just come over me, Ah tell yew what. Damn, that’s strange.

TORGO: DUDE,… what’s that… THING… on your… NECK?

ROGER: What thing? I cain’t see it, Torg.

TORGO: It looks really… GROSS… whatever it is. We better have… GEORGIA… take a… LOOK… at it.

[They head back to camp, and meet up with Georgia, Neil, and Mickey.]

MICKEY: It’s like you have a third eye, growing out of your neck. I saw this in a movie, once. On TV. This Japanese scientist was trying to separate good and evil from within Man, and this guy split into two people. One good, and one evil. This is how it started. With a new eye growing on his shoulder. And then it got unpleasant.

ROGER: Oh man! I seen that pitcher! Ah’m turning into The Manster!

MICKEY: It might not be all bad. If you split into two people, you’d have twice as good a chance of winning. Nearly double your odds, everything else being the same.

GEORGIA: Relax, Roger. I think it’s just a boil.

ROGER: Well, that’s just great! First Ah’m the Worm-Face. OK, Ah’ve learned to live with that. Now, Ah’m gonna be the Boil-Neck?

NEIL: Actually, I think it’s kind of an improvement.

GEORGIA: Besides, it’s only one boil. I remember riding in a taxi once, in Chicago. The driver was covered with boils. Face, arms, hands; every inch of visible skin. True story.

ROGER: Well, what’re we gonna do about this?

NEIL: See, this is another reason I should have been allowed to bring my rifle along. Fix bayonet; a short, sharp thrust, end of problem.

MICKEY: Is there more to your taxi story, Georgia? How does it end?

GEORGIA: I gave the driver ten bucks for a four-dollar fare, and told him to keep the change.

ROGER: Can we get back to mah problem?

GEORGIA: Well, the Sarge’s idea has some merit. Or, it may just pop by itself. Without warning. Hopefully not while we’re eating. Or anywhere near you.

[Eulabelle has suddenly joined the group.]

EULABELLE: Did someone mention food? I think we have some of that gumbo left!


JEFF PROBST: All right, I know what everyone’s thinking. Roger has a medical problem, and are we just going to stand by and let him suffer? Well, guess what? This is a game called ‘Survivor’. There aren’t any skilled physicians in this section of the Yukon, and if Roger wants medical treatment, he’s going to have to bow out of the Game.

If Georgia’s right, and it is just a boil, then Roger will probably be OK. On the other hand, if Mickey is right, well, it could make for an interesting turn of events for the second half of the Game. In any case, we’ll see you next time, on Survivor!

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