EPISODE 3: HERE COMES THE FEUD

.:: Day 3 ::.

Artie: "Moi, I am tres heureuse with 'ow mon plan worked out. Voila, mon pad pour le drawing..."

*Artie shows her Mole Journal*

 "... Mon guitare temporaire..."

*Artie shows a guitar made of driftwood, lianas and bamboo* 

"Et le grand prix: Mon teddy wolf: Loupey! Voila, say bonjour to the audience!" 

*Artie holds Loupey in full sight. Loupey waves to the camera by Artie moving his arm*

Artie *pretending to be Loupey*: "Bonjour!"

"Mais, it iz dommage zat I do not 'ave un pen. But voila, we 'ave Plum here! 30 couleurs, tres fantastique... La Plum, elle would not mind moi... "burrowing" ze stylo? Mweheheheheh... Mais, ask first..."

 Mason: "Are you sure no one can hear me? I would not want the others to steal my idea of who the Mole is."

Dan the Cameraman: "Yes, we've been over this three times already, Mason. NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU."

*Mason glances all around him, despite the affirmative answer that no one can hear him. He turns around and looks at the floor, gathering his thoughts.*

"I'm really excited to be here! If I can win the Mole, then my detective business will take off like that," he says snapping his fingers. "The cases I've had have been minor infractions and nothing to write home about. But, if I solved the Mole, it would make me happy and I would have more clout with clients. But, I have to work hard and look like I'm playing around.

Truthfully, I have no idea who the Mole is... yet. Perhaps I'm missing something or perhaps nothing has been revealed yet. Either way, I'm keeping a close eye out. I just need to ask a lot of questions in my bumbling way.

Oh, and one more thing. Does anyone else understand Artie?"

Plum: "You know Artie, I gotta tell you. I don't trust anyone on this beach.... except maybe you. I find you to be quite trustworthy and unimpeachable."

Artie: "Vraiment! What a coïncidence! I trust tu, aussi bien."

Plum: "That's music to my ears! I am so glad you trust me too.... You DID just say you trust me, right?"

Artie: "Oui! ...yes!"

Plum: "Okay, just making sure, hard to understand you sometimes, hahaha.... So, uhh.... Would you be interested in perhaps forming an alliance of some kind then?"

Artie: "Hmm..... Zat would be.... most préférable! Oui, I would like zat très much."

 Plum: "Plum!"

Artie: "Excuse moi?"

Plum: "I said plum!"

Artie: "Pourquoi? Why must tu répéter your name?"

Plum: "I'm not! I don't understand why they're censoring that..... I'm just trying to say plum!!"

Artie: "Mon mon. Spell zit out, zen."

Plum: "W. O. O. H. O. O. Like, yahoo!! But they keep censoring me!" 

TURNER: "SORRY. ALL SEX-RELATED TALK HAS BEEN CENSORED FOR VIEWER SAFETY."

Plum: "What?! That's just ludicrous."

TURNER: "HA! I'M JOKING. I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHAT YOU PEOPLE TALK ABOUT. I JUST WANTED TO TEST OUR NEW CENSORING SYSTEM.... AND I WANTED TO MAKE YOU SAY YOUR OWN NAME. I KNOW I'M HILARIOUS."

Rue: “I’m so happy to get my blueprints! Now I can design out some tools and maybe even a nice living area for my tribe…. Hmmm. Maybe I shall ask Mason and Plum if they want to help… Nah. I won’t bother them. If they want to help they will come over.”

 Artie: "Enough of zat. Laisse nous see what Rue est up to."

 Plum: "AUGAAHH!"

 Plum: "OH EM GEE! Just LOOK at that spider!!"

Artie: "MERDE!! KILL ZIT WITH FIRE!!"

Rue: "Ha. You ladies are funneh. That spider is about half the size of the spiders in Australia! Nothing to fuss about. They don't bite."

Plum: "Are you sure about that?"

Rue: "Well, if they do, that's what we.... or I.... am building this shelter for!" 

Artie: "Aye, ze bleuprintz, no?"

 Rue: "The blueprints? Yes, that's the item I kept with me. It's going to help me build a lot of useful stuff around here..... Hopefully this will serve as a good foundation for our shelter."

Artie: "Mais, nous need plus wood pour le shelter, oui?"

Rue: "Err... yes. More wood would be good... hehe, say that 5 times fast...."

Artie: "Plum mon dear, tu can find la wood, et Rue too. As for moi, I shall find feuilles pour le top de shelter."

 Mason: "Uhm, hi."
Artie: "Bonjour!!"

Mason: "So, I need to take a dip in the water to wash off the dirt and grime from this island. Could you please watch my purple unicorn?" 
 

Plum: "Uhhh.... sure?"

 

Mason: "Ok. Thank you. But, please don't put it too close to the fire."

Mason: "And don't touch it too much. I wouldn't want him to get filthy."

Plum: "Shouldn't be a problem. We will take good care of him."

 Mason: "Alright, thanks guys.... I mean girls.... Err... guy? And girls. Anyway, thanks everyone."
Plum: "Enjoy the water! It's actually pretty warm."

Rue: "That was certainly... odd, don't you think?" 

Artie: "Très bizarre."

Mason: "Oh, and sorry, but one more thing....."

Rue: "Yes?"

 Mason: "Please don't toss him around like a football or any other object. I don't want him to rip or be torn. He's very, very special to me."

 Mason: "Thank you."

Plum: "Huh."

 Artie: "Hm."

Rue: "Well then..... Do you have anything to add, Mr. Unicorn?"

Purple Unicorn: .....

Rue: "Yeah, thought so."

Artie: "Oh! Plum! Presque forgotten, but I must demander: May Je... I mean I.... May I burrow tu stylo?"

Plum: "You want to borrow my what?"

Artie: "Stylo! ... Erm.... Crayon....?"

Plum: "My pen?"

Artie: "Oui! Oui oui, your pen."

Plum: "I forgot that you hapless people are without anything to write with, huh? Yeah, I'll let you borrow it.... But at a cost! We can talk about the deets later. For now, we must collect materials for the shelter! I don't want to be sleeping on the ground anymore with all those creepy-crawlies crawling all over me...."

Tony: "Hey, once you're done swimming, can you ladies gather some dry firewood? We need to stock up so that once we get a fire going, we can keep it going. Unfortunately, we don't have matches out here."

Linda: "I'm sure I have matches somewhere! I always carry matches with me when I'm in survival mode.... Although I suppose Brent took everything from my bag. I wish Zuko were here, he has the ability to bend fire! He could give us fire indefinitely!!"

 Whitney: "Aw, do we have to? I mean, like, I would totally LOVE to, but, like.... just LOOK at me. I'm not no strong manly man like you, Antonio! I like totally cannot lift all that heavy stuff, yanno?"

Tony: "Oh, please, just call me Tony. And if you feel you can't get wood, maybe you could collect berries or wild food? Don't eat it if you don't know it's safe though... Make sure to bring it back first!"

 Whitney: "Alright, thanks Ant- I mean, Tony! You're the BEST!!"

 Whitney: "So should we go lookin' for some berries and bananas like now or what, sista?"

Linda: "I don't have a sister.... Wait, what happened to your eye?"

Whitney: "My eye?"
Linda: "Yeah! You look like a friend I had in New Leaf, his name was Hagrid! He was a pig. I think he said it-"

*Whitney splashes water at Linda*

Linda: "Hey, what was that for?!"

*Linda viciously splashes back*

Whitney: "HEEEY! What was THAT for??"

Linda: "For splashing me first, blondie!"

Whitney: "It was only because you just said I looked like a PIG!"

Tony: "Hey, do you guys mind splashing around elsewhere? I'm afraid you might be scaring all the fish away...."

Whitney: "OMG I'm SO sorry Tony!! I didn't mean it, I sincerely apologize!"

Linda: "And I didn't mean to compare you to a pig Whitney, I apologize as well. Hagrid was actually a very handsome fellow! Come on, let's go find some fruit."

Whitney: "I'm like TOTALLY in! And awww, thanks for calling me handsome! I like, totally appreciate that."
Linda: "You're... welcome?"

Tony: "I know there's quite a few coconut palms around, but I can get those myself. You two can just concentrate on getting assorted berries, or maybe even kiwis if you can find any."

Whitney: "Sure thing Tony!"
Linda: "Sounds like fun!! Maybe we'll even be able to make a fruit salad by the end of the day. Wouldn't that be something?"

Tony: "It would! Fruit salad and salmon... Okay maybe not the best combination, but with this hunger rumbling in my stomach, even.... pizza and nutella sound good together to me! And us Italians don't mess with the perfect pizza-pie...."

Whitney: "Ewww, pizza-flavored pie?? That's a totally worser combo, that's like.... YUCK."
Linda: "No Whitney, that's not what he meant."
Whitney: "Ohhh.... You meant pie-flavored pizza?! Oh my god, that's like the worstest!! You Italians are sooo totally weird, like WOW."
Tony: "...."

Whitney: "Alright. We are off! Good luck with finding the cocoanuts, maybe we could like make some chocolate or nutella out of them later to dip the fruit in? That would like totally be DELISH!! Okay, bye now Tony!"

Linda: "Hmm. She must be a glitch in the system.... Too many things wrong with her. Programmer error for sure. I can perhaps use this to my advantage."
Whitney: "LINDA! YOU COMING??!"
Linda: "YEP, RIGHT BEHIND YA!" ;-)

Isabelle: "All I am saying is, I did not quite prepare to be living outside. I was expecting the typical luxurious home, where common house rules are the lay of the land. Don't be noisy past 10. Knock first. Don't hog the bathroom. Things such as that. Here.... it is utter chaos, I tell you."

Tony: "I hear ya. Out here, we are forced to make our own rules. But isn't that exciting?? It's like we get to create our own government, together as a group. We are all equal, since we all have to share the same resources."

 Isabelle: "Like a Democracy should be?"
Tony: "Exactly!"
Isabelle: "I must admit you do have a point there. Although I still fail to see how a lack of proper restroom facilities excites you."

Tony: "Okay, that part isn't exactly the best, but we are living like our ancestors did. It's just refreshing to be able to provide for yourself, only using what Mother Earth throws at us..... MERDE! I cannot seem to get this fire going...."

Isabelle: "How can I help?"

 Tony: "I'll get it going eventually, but once I do, it would be very helpful if you could boil these fish I caught. But that reminds me, we also need a bowl! Ah, so much to do. It's fun stuff, but stressful."

 Midge: "Hey, you guys look like you could use help?"
Tony: "Just having trouble getting the fire going. Only have this small piece of flint to work with. But it'll catch, eventually!"

Midge: "Hm. Let me try."

Tony: "Be my guest! Here."
Midge: "Thanks."

Tony: "I'll go look for wood so we can start stockpiling."

 Isabelle: "You know what you are doing with that?"
Midge: "Please. I can build a fire with my bare hands!"
Isabelle: "...."

 Midge: "Okay not literally. You get my point."
Isabelle: "I do."

Midge: "Sooo..... I haven't gotten a chance to talk to you about game yet. What are your thoughts?"
Isabelle: "My thoughts on what, precisely?"
Midge: "The game!"

Isabelle: "That's a fairly broad topic."
Midge: "Yeah, I suppose so...."
Isabelle: "Perhaps you are asking me of my opinion on the identity of the Mole?"
Midge: "You could say that."

 Isabelle: "I think it's a male."

Midge: "A male, huh? Why's that?"
Isabelle: "I tend to find men generally distrustful. And last season's Mole was female, which makes me think it more likely to be male this time."
Midge: "I see. Personally, it still feels too early in the game for me to say.... Ooh! Yes, got a spark."

Midge: "Yes, baby, keep burning!!"

Midge: "Woot! We got fire!!! .....what?"

Isabelle: "I provided my opinion, so you should do the same. Do not just brush people off like that. What's your feeling on the Mole?"

Midge: "Well.... Honestly.... Like I said; I have no idea. But I wouldn't be surprised if he or she was on our tribe. Trust no one."
Isabelle: "Trust no one, indeed."

Midge: "....Time to start guttin' fish?"
Isabelle: "Gross, but I got nothing better to do. Sure."
Midge: "Great! This should be interesting."
Isabelle: "What an understatement."

Tony: "Ciao Caden! Nice playing!!"

Caden: "Oh, hey.... Thanks! I've been playing on this beauty for years, there was no way I was going to depart from it for 30 days. I literally cannot live without music."

Tony: "Literally?"

 Caden: "Yes. Literally."

 Tony: "Like, literally literally, or just.... sorta literally?"

Caden: "LITERALLY, Tony.... Just full-on, would-commit-suicide-without-it literally."

Tony: "Wow. You sure are passionate about it, aren't you??"

 Caden: "Yes, I am! ....Wait. What am I passionate about?"

Tony: "....."
Caden: "No, seriously."
Tony: "The thing that you 'literally' cannot live without."
Caden: "Oh, my milk in a bag?? Because man, I got to tell you, I wouldn't have my milk any other way. You jug-drinkers are canuckleheads."

 Tony: "Ilare!! Hahaha, you're too funny.... But seriously, Caden, we need some help around camp, and could definitely use some fresh water. If you could please dig a deep hole somewhere around here, there should be water down there we can boil to drink... The sea is no good for that!"

Caden: "Sure, I guess I could do that...."
Tony: "Grazie, thank you. I'll be collecting firewood if you need me!"

 

Caden: "I won't!"

 

Caden: "Huh. What did Tony want from me again? I think he said dig a hole. For what though?! Does he want me to make a hiding nest for the Mole or something??"

*CRUNCH*

Caden: "AH! What was that??"

 Caden: "Who's there?!"

 

Caden: "Oh, it's just you. What are you doing creeping up on me like that?"

 Ambrose: *shrugs*

Caden: "Well, anyway, now that you're here, you can help me..... dig a hole."

Ambrose: *???*

Caden: "Yeah don't ask me. Tony told me to. Maybe we should do something more productive instead."

Caden: "....What are you doing?"

Ambrose: *smashes imaginary coconut against tree and drinks from it*
Caden: "Uhm.... you want to drink a coconut?"

 Caden: "I'd like to drink a coconut too, but I don't see where- wait, hold up, why are you climbing that??"

 Caden: "OH no, oh no.... I do NOT recommend."

Caden: "You're going to risk your life just for a coconut?! I can't watch this."

 ~1 minute later~



Caden: "YOU DOWN YET?!"

Caden: "Oh lord. Just.... Just don't look down! If you do, you'll fall!"

Ambrose: *looks down and starts to wobble and sway*

Caden: "WHAT DID I JUST SAY?! Shoot, shoot! I'm going to go find someone! DON'T MOVE!"

Ambrose: *Smirks and continues climbing effortlessly*

Georgie: "I still cannot believe that Killian boy left us so early! I felt like he was the glue that kept our tribe together."

Adrian: "You really think so? I thought him to be quite obnoxious, quite frankly."

Georgie: "Oh, well, minds differ, I suppose... What are we looking for again?"

Adrian: "Cover. Foliage. Anything big and leafy we can use to cover our shelter with."
Georgie: "Then I suppose we found the jackpot right here?"
Adrian: "Indeed."

Georgie: "Woah! Look at that!"
Adrian: "That tree? Yeah, super interesting, Georgie. Hey look there's a rock over there too!"

 Georgie: "No, you wise-crack, that big bird!! Through the tree there!"

 Adrian: "I believe that would be a parrot."
Georgie: "It's getting closer..... Wait, what's it holding in its talons?"

Adrian: "Take it and find out before it flies away!"
Georgie: "You take it!"

Parrot: "PARROT MAIL BLOODCLAW. PADDY DELIVER TO BLOODCLAW. PARROT MAIL BLOODCLAW. PADDY DELIVER. PADDY GET APPLE PIE." *SQUUAK*

 Adrian: "Did it just say 'Parrot Mail'??"
Georgie: "That's what I heard. This parrot clearly is trained. All it does is deliver paper and it gets a treat. Where's our apple pie?! Two days in and I'm already starving!"

Adrian: "Quick, he's flying away!"

Adrian: "I wonder what that was about? Maybe Paddy is our version of tree mail like on Survivor. Except it's Parrot Mail. Or Paddy Mail. But we'll never know now.... Fuck."

Georgie: "Relax honey, he dropped it. All it says is that we are to meet up at the mission area in 10 minutes for our next mission. It's time to get this show on the road!"

Adrian: "Oh, sweet. Let's go tell the others."

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BRENT: "Welcome, everyone, to your 2nd official mission!"

BRENT: "As you can see, Viperfang.... KILLIAN eliminated from the last tribal execution."

"Bloodclaw is down to 6 members, while Viperfang remains 7 strong. This challenge will determine if Bloodclaw loses another, or if the scales will be balanced. So, let's not waste any time finding out!"

"This mission is called 'Tribal Feud', as it is heavily based off the popular game show, Family Feud!
It will be worth 200 points total."

 "Rounds 1 and 2 are regular, Round 3 is doubled.
All 3 rounds will add team points to the tribe that earns them.
HOWEVER: The third round results in negative POT points.
....AKA, all points earned are positive, except in round 3, where POT points will be taken away from what was already earned."

"Here we got a handy dandy projector that will project the board onto...."

"....the screen behind me."

"Whichever tribe has the most team points at the end not only earns exemption, but also gets to take home this basket of rice."

"If rationed right, this basket could last your tribe a whole week! So definitely worth playing for."

"Let's begin with round 1."

 "Oh, and to ring in an answer, it'll be the first one to stand up. Buzzers are too high tech and I can't hear them anyway!!"

 ROUND 1:
"In what situation might you find yourself with a group of people, but you are expected not to talk?"

 Whitney: "OOH, ME, ME!"

Whitney: "OW! This chair just totally gave me a splinter on my buttocks! That's totally like, NOT COOL, guys."

BRENT: "...Was that whole thing your answer? I have no idea what you said. Please repeat!"
Whitney: "Oh, no, my answer is LIBRARY!"

BRENT: "Library?"
Whitney: "Yes, library! Like, the place where you go and.... you go there and, uhm.... Like you go there and look at books..... right? Yeah! That's it! LIBRARY!!"

VIPERFANG: "WOOHOOOO GOOD ANSWER GOOD ANSWER!!"

 

BRENT: "Library! Worth 10 points. Bloodclaw, you have a chance to guess an answer higher on the board. First to stand up gets the guess."

Artie: "Quand un détective privé est sur ​​un cas furtif secrète et doit casser dans la maison d'un suspect pour recueillir des informations à leur sujet!!!"

BRENT: "Err.... was that a guess? Since you didn't stand up, it doesn't count. And I have NO f'ing clue what you said anyway, mate. Sorry. Anyone else?"

 Plum: "I guess IN CLASS!"

BRENT: "Let's see if 'In Class' is up there!"

BRENT: "It is! Plum, will your tribe PLAY or PASS this round? Feel free to decide with your tribe."

 Mason: "I'm itching to play, so let's play!"
Rue: "Yes, we should play it!"
Artie: "Joue!"
Plum: "Alright then, we'll play it, Brent."

~ 3 minutes later ~ 


BRENT: "Okay, in review....
Georgie guessed Church, worth 20 points."

"Artie guessed Art Museum, which resulted in the first strike."

"Adrian guessed Movie Theatre, worth 9 points."

"Rue guessed Court, the top answer worth 27 points."

"Mason guessed Testing, worth 12 points."

"Rue then guessed Jail, which resulted in their 2nd strike."
Rue: "Awh boo. Jail is a good answer though. If you're the bloke blabbing away while the rest are sleeping you're dead meat for sure. Plus, the guards often expect total silence to keep the order."

 BRENT: "If Bloodclaw strikes out, the round is passed over to Viperfang."

BRENT: "Viperfang, if this happens, you have one guess to steal all of the points Bloodclaw earned.... Whitney. What are you doing?"

Whitney: "More like, what am I NOT doing! Haha, gotcha there!"
BRENT: "Is there a reason you're not sitting like the rest of your tribe?"

Whitney: "No. Well, I mean, like, yas. But it's totally because like you didn't tell me to sit back down! So I was like all confused on what to do!?"

BRENT: "Just.... please sit down. It's been a long month."
 Whitney: "Long month?!? Okey dokey you weirdo! But OMG, I like totally don't wanna sit back down on this splinter infestion! My badonkadonk like sooooo CANNOT handle anymore of those ouchies!"

 Caden: "....."

Caden: "I can't. I can't even.... BEGIN to count the red underlined words she just shat out of her mouth."

Caden: "Is no-one else bothered by this?!!"

BRENT: "Alright Bloodclaw. Who's the last to guess? It's all riding on you...."

Plum: "My guess is a FUNERAL."

BRENT: "Let's see, if FUNERAL is up there...."

BRENT: "Funeral! Worth 5 points. And with that, Bloodclaw has cleared the board! Nicely done. 100 points added to the pot, and 100 points in Bloodclaw's score."

ROUND 2
"Tell me something you might have on your lap."

*fast forwarding through this round* 

 "Mason stood up first, and guessed LAPTOP."

"Then Whitney guessed A CUTE LITTLE KITTY CAT, which was on the board, but only worth 15 points to Mason's 22-point answer."

"Mason and his tribe deliberated, and ultimately Mason chose to PLAY Round 2 with his tribe."

"Rue guessed CHILDREN."

"Artie guessed LAP DOGS."

"Plum guessed BOOK, resulting in their first strike."

"Georgie guessed NAPKIN."

"Adrian guessed BLANKET, which was the last answer Bloodclaw needed to clear the board again, resulting in a 200 point lead against Viperfang."

 





 Round 3
"What is a natural fear that nearly everyone has?"

BRENT: "That was a close one, but I'm afraid Plum stood up just a split-second before Linda."

Linda: "Goddamnit. Should have canceled the 'sit' action from the queue faster...."

Plum: "What? Should I have not stood up?"

Georgie: "No, it's fine. Go ahead, sweetie."

Plum: "You're clearly irate." 

Georgie: "No, no, not at all! I'm fine, I'm fine."

Plum: "Georgie, what is it-"

Georgie: "I SAID I'M FINE!"

Plum: "Uhm.... Okay."

Georgie: "Just go ahead and guess YET again."

Plum: "Sorry I'm trying to ensure our tribe wins!"

Georgie: "Alright doll, alright. Just don't be wrong."

Plum: "Anyway.... Brent, I'm going to go with SPIDERS!"

BRENT: "Let's see....."

 

BRENT: "Bugs! Worth 9 points. Linda, it's your go. If your answer is below Plum's, or not on the board, Bloodclaw wins, assuming they don't let you guys play."

 Linda: "My guess is HEIGHTS."

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 BRENT: "Heights is on there! Linda, it is now your decision whether or not your tribe will play. This decision may seem obvious, but this IS The Mole, after all.... Every action always has a hidden reason behind it."

Linda: "What are you guys thinking?"

Isabelle: "I am unsure. Is tribal immunity worth losing those points?"

Tony: "Inferno sì! I'd say so!! I'm a team player, and I say we look after the safety of our tribe before being greedy with points. I much prefer ensured safety. I'm here for the fun, not the money after all!"

Midge: "I dunno guys..... Bloodclaw just put 200 points into the group pot. That's $200,000! If we play this round, we'll lose all of that, and we STILL might not win. I say no. Don't play."

Linda: "Ambrose?"

Ambrose: *stands*

Linda: "Play?"

Ambrose: *nods*

Midge: "Bad choice, my acquaintance...." 

Ambrose: *dramatic frowny face*

Whitney: "I like totally do NOT wanna risk going home!! Let's PLAAAAY!"

Caden: "I vote we play it as well."

 Linda: "Brent, we're playing."

BRENT: "Please remember to sit."

Linda: "Already put it in my action queue!"

BRENT: "...What? Never mind, I likely lipread you wrong. Alright, Viperfang is playing! Who's next to guess?"

 ~ 5 minutes later ~

"Whitney guessed LOUD NOISES."

"Ambrose imitated being stuck in a box, which we all guessed meant CLAUSTROPHOBIA, which resulted in their first strike."

"Tony guessed the DARK, which was the top answer."

"Isabelle guessed DEATH."

"Midge guessed SNAKES."

"Linda guessed needles, but since she skipped her turn, it didn't count."

"Caden guessed CLOWNS, their second strike."

"Whitney guessed FIRE."

BRENT: "And now with only two answers left on the board, it's Ambrose's turn."

Isabelle: "What in the world?!"

Tony: "Where'd she get that fish from??"

Linda: "Her inventory, sillies!"

 BRENT: "I see this will be another game of charades. How fun! But I won't say anything. I have to remain neutral as the host!"

Caden: "She's falling!"

Isabelle: "She.... she fell in the water and cannot swim back up!"

Midge: "She's definitely drowning."

Linda: "Sinking further and further down. Someone should have equipped an inflatable balloon....."

Tony: "Losing oxygen...."

Adrian: "What a fucking lunatic...."

 Midge: "So what's the answer? Drowning?"

Ambrose: *smiles and nods*

BRENT: "Drowning! Is it on there....?"

BRENT: "Water! We'll count it!! Alright Viperfang.... One answer left, but only one strike to spare. As it is now, you have 180 team points since this round is doubled....

 HOWEVER. That also means you all just removed 180 pot points that Bloodclaw worked so hard to get. Only 20 pot points remain."

 BRENT: "Tony, get this right, you tie the game and we go on to fast money for the tiebreaker...

Get it wrong, Viperfang loses, and Bloodclaw wins."

Plum: "NO PRESSURE!"

Tony: "Public speaking. Final answer."

VIPERFANG: "GOOD ANSWER, GOOD ANSWER!!"

 Artie: "Bonne réponse, bien response!"

Georgie: "No no, more like bad answer, bad answer!!"

Adrian: "Get an X, GET AN X!"

BRENT: "Is it up there..... PUBLIC SPEAKING!!"

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 BRENT: "And with that, this mission is OVER."

BRENT: "Sorry Viperfang, but  you have a date with me tomorrow night, at 8 PM sharp! Don't be late..... Oh, wait.... sorry mates, forgot you don't have access to clocks! Just, uh.... Come once it gets dark, please."

BRENT: "As for you, Bloodclaw, enjoy the next few nights off. Congratulations on the win!"

Mason: "HOOPLAH!! ... Anyone else?"

Mason: "No? Hehe, okay then..... I'll just, uh, go grab the rice basket now."

Mason: "Thanks Brent!"

BRENT: "You're welcome, dude! Enjoy. If you ever need some salt or seasoning with that rice, let me know and I'll hook ya up!"

Mason: "Seriously?! Oh, woah.... Uhm, well, thank you.... sir?"

BRENT: "....I'm just joking mate! I can't do that. Against the rules. Not my rules! But rules nonetheless."

Mason: "....Right. I knew that."

Rue: "I think it's time we build a few hammocks in celebration!" 

Artie: "Oohoo, I likes zat idée!"

BRENT: "Sun's beating down, and the waves are growing stronger. You know what that means...."

BRENT: "SURFING! Later gators!"

BRENT: "OOH, AND DON'T FORGET ABOUT PARROT MAIL! IT'S YOUR ONLY SOURCE OF COMMUNICATION WITH MEMBERS FROM THE OTHER TRIBE. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS WRITE ON A PIECE OF PARCHMENT, SAY WHO TO, AND WHO FROM, WHICH IS OPTIONAL. THEN PADDY THE PARROT WILL KINDLY TAKE IT TO THE OTHER CAMP.
ONE P-MAIL A DAY.
PLEASE DO NOT KILL AND EAT PADDY THE PARROT. HE'S A NICE PARROT.
 I'LL SEE YOU 7 TOMORROW!"

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GROUP POT: 235
MOLE'S STASH: 235

BLOODCLAW:

Plum Parsons by Bean
Mason Livingston by Lo
Adrian Bensley by Sammi
Isaac “Rue” Walker by Ninja
Artie Stique by Vul
Georgie Hobble by Skelda

VIPERFANG:

Whitney Jones by Haylo
Linda Blake by Jake
Isabelle Fleming-Goode by Tiger
Midge Boykin by Smarties
Ambrose Le' Fantastique by Twiddle
Caden Nichols by Kali
Antonio "Tony" Cultric by Zefie