Normally nocturnal, these Black Caimans have detected the sixteen panicked Americans aboard the two rickety vessels and have decided to tag along in order to, you know, see what happens.
where they will later kick themselves (a fascinating sight)
hoping he will announce a regrettable mix-up in locations before whisking them off to begin Survivor:San Diego.
He pulls a crib sheet from his shirt pocket and scratches his head in puzzlement as he reviews it. At last, when the two tribes are formed, Jeff is scowling angrily at Roger. “You did that on purpose to make me look stupid. I won’t forget that. Wait till I get you in Tribal Council, Mr. Troublemaker!”
It suddenly appears that her outfit of a two-piece thong bikini, fishnet stockings, and stiletto heels may not be as effective a weapon as she’d hoped in the current tribal configuration.
“What’s the HCA?” Shawna asks.
pointing to Dave’s plain black T-shirt which reads, “Welcome to Rocketscientistville. Population: Me.”
Everyone grabs their ears in exaggerated Captain-Kirk-in-extreme-pain fashion.
The other men nod in understanding before unanimously ejecting the pompous restaurant designer.