SURVIVOR PHOTOCAP: Oops!

Oops! I forgot to post a Survivor photocap this week! Apologies for the delay. Hopefully this will get you all in the mood for tonight’s episode. Last week’s show wasn’t anything special. Galu finally lost immunity, thus sending them to Tribal Council for the first time. I was appreciative of this, if only to learn more about their tribe. Turns out that Dave, despite looking very creepy, is actually kind of funny and likable. As for the rest of them, well, they’re just not as entertaining as Foa Foa. Some of them have personality — Shambo and Yas, for instance — but alas, they’re not long for this game. Well, actually, one of them is already out. Yasmin got the royal boot after her fellow tribe members felt she was too lazy around camp. Miraculously, Shambo is still around, which makes me very, very happy. Her time is limited though if she keeps making boneheaded mistakes like LETTING A DAMN CHICKEN ESCAPE (or giving away clues to the immunity idol, which Erik later found).
Nevertheless, here’s to hoping tonight’s episode is a tad more exciting (and hopefully Jeff Probst might actually SHOW UP to a challenge). Photocap after the jump.

“A reward challenge, you say? To the challenge I shall rise! After all, I am Dr. MICK TRIMMING. It’s what I do.”

“Awwwkward…”

“So…”
“Is Jeff actually coming?”
“The bastard’s probably puking up all the cheap Samoan beer he got wasted on last night.”
“Maybe they’ll send someone else.”
“Heidi Klum?”
“Oooh! Jordan Murphy from Tool Academy!“
“By the power vested in me, DR. MICK TRIMMING, I command that our new host be Zeus, god of THUNDER!”
“Whatever, Mick.”
“Aries, then? Demeter? Hephaestus!”

“By the power vested in me, DR. MICK TRIMMING, I command you to read the directions!”
Dave: “Hmmm… doesn’t say anything here about chasing children. I mean, what’s even the point?”

“Whatta would you say when I throw a bocci ball? If you a monkey on a string? Shambo on sax!”

“How odd. My ball isn’t closest to the pole, despite me being VERY handsome. This doesn’t seem right.”

“I can’t wait to bust out of here. Some say I’m the Wentworth Miller of chickens.”

“Seriously, I got a map of this prison tattooed on me under these feathers. Of course, it’s just a square, but I’m a chicken. I can’t remember that.”

“I’m just gonna sit here in the bushes, wait for the children and such.”

“We got chickens! And we’ll have eggs every day for breakfast as long as none of you are stupid enough to let one escape. Shambo, I’m looking at you.”

“Chicken emergency! The chicken got away! Birds, it turns out, can fly!! They have these wings and everything!!”

“When Shambo let that chicken get away, I swear I hadn’t been that mad since I found out our tour bus dumped all our feces in the Chicago River.”

“Does anyone have a watermelon? I do this great bit with a sledgehammer. The audiences eat it up.”

“Sooooow… I was thinkin’ of ridin’ yer coattails fer the rest of the game until yew decide to screw me over.”
“Works for me.”

“Oooh! This is fun! What’s that? We’re racing? Oh shewt.”

Russell: “So here’s what I think we do at Tribal Council: I get on drums; Dave — you’re on bass, and purple shirt, you just follow our lead. We’ll jam out! Y’all know ‘Dancing Nancies?'”

“Hey, have you guys smoked a coconut yet? Damn, I’m so high.”

“Fudge.”