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For 39 days, 16 castaways were stranded in Asia.  Every 3 days on the island became a 1-hour show.  The first contestant eliminated pockets $2500.  Each successive eliminated contestant wins more money, through the next-to-last Survivor, who receives $100,000.  The final Survivor wins a million dollars!

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Day 34: Give me fuel...

Okay, let's say you're out in the jungle for, oh, thirty-four days. (GSNN crew: You're out in the jungle for, oh, thirty-four days) Now, the harsh reality is beginning to set in. You stink. Your hair is a mat. You've got a strange case of tonsillitis that you don't know from where it came? Strange, but true, as Jenna wakes up with more than a frog in her throat. "The hardest thing about the end of this game is you are so tired all the time, and then on top of that, you have to live with people you don't trust, and that really does wear on you mentally." Gee, I wonder who she's referring to *ahem*Rob*ahem*. But we'd be remiss is we didn't let Rob give his side of the story. After all, we are all adults here. He lets us all in (including the girls) on the plan to split up the Amazon chapter of Phi Gamma Slamma or some such. Further more, he ends up admitting how EASY it would've been if he did that from the start.

And while all of this went on, Butch gathered the best firewood in the whole darn jungle. And before all of this went on, Butch gathered the best firewood in the whole darn jungle. And after all of this went on... oh, you get the picture. "I don't know what Butch's obsession with firewood is, but when Butch wakes up in the morning, the first thing he says is, 'we need to go get some firewood.' When he gets back from gathering the firewood, he says, 'I think we need to get some more wood,'" Rob recalls. Butch's defense: "I am just a wood-crazy nut, I guess." Translation: Remember Mr. Woodchuck from "Full House?" That was me.

Then Simon shills Vanilla Coke, and mail arrives. And you KNOW you're getting to the end of the game when you hear verse such as this:

"To succeed in the Amazon, you must learn from your past.
Your coolest reward is also your last."

And if we hold up to form, then that could mean only two things: 1) the last reward challenge is a do-over of previous challenges and 2) at stake... *does his best Rod Roddy* IT'S A NEW CAR!

R-CHALLENGE: Try Again (for a 2003 Saturn Ion and a hibachi picnic for two).

The five players must navigate an obstacle course consisting of four previous challenges and one challenge that has yet to be carried out. They must open a gated-cage by undoing knots, solve a sliding tile puzzle, swing on a rope (this one's coming, folks), decode a puzzle, unlock a key to the flying fox, then grab a feather with another key. This key opens the Saturn.

This one clearly belonged to the men, as Butch led after stage one, Rob led after stage two, and Matt lead from then on. He gets the keys to the flying fox, the keys to victory, and the keys to the Saturn Ion. Jeff tells Matt that only one of his tribemates can come picnic with him. As much as he'd like to take them all, Matt had a prior engagement with Rob, so the rest of the guys head back to camp, as Matt and Rob head to scarf partially cooked hamburgers and overdone hot dogs. Hey, I said it came with a grill. I didn't say that Matt was an expert with it.

Back at camp: Give me fire...

After the challenge, or maybe during the challenge, there would be a bigger flame to fan. And this one is not just cooking burgers and chicken. This is the kind of flame that engulfs the tribal hut and everything in it, reducing the tribe to whatever was on them.

Well, almost. Heidi's stuff was salvageable, as she remarked, "I totally felt guilty having been the only person to have their backpack not burned." The three that didn't go picnicking return with a deathly look of shock aghast. Butch lost his "Believe in yourself!" banner ("We're really going to have to believe in ourselves now."), Rob lost his Magic 8-Ball (chalk this one up to experience, but that blue liquid ain't water), but Jenna is the one in the most shock, as five years of sorority paraphernalia is gone in a pool of fire.

Not to play the blame game, but I will, since Butch brought it up ("The first thing that came to my mind was 'God, could this have been my fault?' We will never know, but it sure was disappointing."), Rob and Matt return to the same shocked faces that greeted the camp not more than an afternoon earlier. Of course, leave it to Rob to just explain it and wait for his check in the mail: "I am not big on conspiracy theories, but with about 137 days' worth of dry wood collected, our camp burnt to the ground. Was there a connection? I am not one to point fingers *ahem*Butch*ahem*."

Day 35: Give me that which I desire...

Next morning is one of rebuilding the dikes, as we witness three-fifths of the tribe doing their part. Yay, three-fifths. So what are the other 40 percent of the tribe thinking? Well, we'll never know, since they're asleep in each others' arms and... oh, wait. Heidi and Jenna just woke up. Okay. Now we have something. Two lumps not doing anything. Hey, it's something. Jenna's defense: "We are not doing any work for them. If they are going to vote us out, why would we want to help make their lives easier out here?" I'm guessing that that is also Heidi's defense. It'll all make sense later; trust me.

Matt advised against said loafing, saying, "They are just digging a deeper grave for themselves as far as I am concerned."

Speaking of Matt, remember that rope swinging obstacle from the previous challenge? It's baaaack! And it brought a few ropy friends with it.

I-CHALLENGE: Out on a Limb

Five rope-oriented challenges: (clang!) a rope web, (clang!) a rope bridge, (clang!) a rope swing, (clang!) a rope climb, (clang!) and another rope bridge! Each one has a feather to grab. Grab all five and win half of the Immunity Necklace. If you hit the other half in Sunday's episode and win the game, you win a Suzuki... no, wait, that's not right.

Matthew led the whole way through to win the much coveted talisman, meaning not only is he guaranteed a trip to the Final Four, he is also guaranteed not to receive a nastygram from the Great Burnett with an invoice for one CBS-owned prop.

Day 36: Insert Metallica reference here just to keep the joke flowing.

Jenna is suffering from a breakdown due to:

a) her precious sorority swag being severely ha-do-ken'ed

b) that stupid case of tonsillitis which we hear nothing of, really

c) being a generalized crybaby whiny bitch

d) a calculated move to get whatever the heck she wants

Heidi discusses with Rob on getting him to vote for Jenna. But little does he realize that "having Jenna gone is actually a benefit for (Heidi)."

Night 36: Tribal Council.

Granted, the brunt of the time is spent talking about the fire and how Butch one, caused it, and two, won't really fess up to it. But if anything, Heidi cemented her trip back to the sequestering hole with the other jury members with this remark of her being the "mastermind:"

"I definitely deserve to be in the final two. These other four people know how I've played this game. I've played so hard. I'm like the mastermind behind half of the plans that go here day-to-day. I mean, I've got three guys here who are scared to death of me right now that I could beat them, and that is saying something. It's saying something that I haven't just been a slacker in this game."

And the other half, Rob just happened to tell you about on day 34. Matt's not giving up immunity for nothing, so here we go with the vote. Only one comment, and, quelle supresse, it's from Rob:

Rob: (unrevealed) - "Two girls. One brain. Divide by two. Only one half-wit left." This guy oughta write a book, or host his own series, or something.

Heidi: ROB (smiley)

Butch: HEIDI

Matt: HEIDI

Jenna: ROB

And Rob's vote: HEIDI. Heidi's thought she was the mastermind, but alas, THE TRIBE HAS SPOKEN, and it's time to stop the clock.