Eddie is pissed because that’s all Shamu ever does, and HairSchlong asks him if he’s okay. Well, aside from being exhausted, yeah. Then Shamu informs his tribemates that they’ll be bringing him rice once a day.
Yep. They heard him correctly. He is going to lay his fat whale ass in the shelter all day and night and they are going to SERVE him his rice. WTF????????? This dude needs to be bitchslapped and quickly.
I seriously cannot believe that Sherri brings him his fucking rice in the shelter. ReynoldsWrap is wondering how much longer this shit can go on and as much as I don’t like the guy, I have to say that I am wondering the same thing myself. What the hell???????
ReynoldsWrap is speechless and Laura thinks Shamu is a big baby. I think he’s a giant pus filled boil on the ass of his tribe, but no one asked me my opinion.
A little later Shamu is groaning and moaning that his eye hurts. Awwww…..de poor wittle baby…..
Eddie thinks Shamu is going to lose it; he (and America) isn’t going to be surprised if Shamu decides he wants to quit again. Meanwhile Michael, Sherri, Laura, and Julia are wondering if maybe they’d actually win some challenges if he and his bog ole bag of bullshit weren’t around.
It would smell better around here without all that B.S., that’s for damn sure!
At this point Eddie and ReynoldsWrap are just hoping against hope that his lazy ass goes home before they do.
But Shamu and his wonky eye are the least of Gota’s worries; that night a nasty rainstorm brings the cold hurting on the tribe as well as a bunch of rats. Like REAL rats, not metaphorical ones. AHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I would lose my shit. Like for real. Did I ever tell you guys about my mouse fiasco? Well, let’s just say my sanity (what little I have) suffered and I barely slept until I knew they were gone. Sometimes I STILL swear that I can hear scratching………**shiver**
Anyway, rats at camp…..Shamu is sitting in the shelter rocking back and forth and Michael says it makes everyone even more miserable because they’re fairly certain Shamu is going to quit. Shamu tells us he’s not thinking about the game because his damn eye hurts and he wants someone to fix it.
I also need some rice, dammit!
Meanwhile ReynoldsWrap and Eddie are making sure to point out how obvious it is that the guy doesn’t want to be here.
Here comes Jeff and the medical team. How embarrassing is it going to be for Shamu when they tell him to blink and get the dust outta his eye and get back in the game? They lay him down and take a look; the doctor puts some orange dye in it so that they can better see what’s going on.