Survivor, Day 2
The First Challenge
John Cleese: Ok teams, please line up single file and my assistants will strap a lobster to each of your ankles.
Britney: Excuse me, but is there anyway to get out of this? The lobsters might irritate my extremely perfect, tan, and sensitive skin.
John Cleese: Nope, sorry! You have to and this will be great fun to watch!
The Rock: I CAN TAKE THE PAIN! PAIN IS MY BEST FRIEND! BRING ON THE LOBSTERS!
~The assistants attach lobsters on strings to each of the contestant's ankles. Shouts of "OUCH!" and yelps of pain were filling the air like a chorus of little birdies. ~
John Cleese: Judging by the screams, all of the lobsters are attached, correct? Ok, now when I say, the first person in line will go and fetch their coconut. Once you have put your coconut in your team's box, you may remove your lobsters. Ok, GO!
~The first two runners/swimmers on each team, Justin and Britney, took off, but not without some difficulty considering that there were lobsters on their ankles. Justin made it out and back first because Britney tripped on one of her lobsters. It took a long time, but eventually, all of the team members made it back with their coconuts. ~
John Cleese: Congratulations Bermuda team! You have completed the challenge first, so come and claim your prizes!
Nelly: Aww man! I got jacked up for nothin'.
Daniel: HA! I used a spell to protect myself so that I wouldn't get injured!
Nelly Furtado: But there's a huge red spot on your ankle.
Daniel: Yes, that's the side effect of the spell.
Nelly Furtado: THE LOBSTER DID IT! NOT YOU! THAT IS NOT SELF- INFLICTED! GET OVER IT YOU HEFFER!
John Cleese: As much as I would like to stay, I cannot. Estradabu team, you will meet tonight at Tribal Council and vote on of your own out of the game. See you then! Good day!
Day 2: Estradabu Camp
Britney: Hey Tyra, come here!
Tyra: Hey! Why are we behind this tree?
Britney: Because we need to STRATAGIZE! We should vote off Pink. That girl has no style.
Tyra: Yea. Preach it, Sister! Amen! I'll do it!
Pink: Nelly! Come here, brother. We should vote of Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber.
Nelly: Who?
Pink: Britney and Tyra, stoopid!
Nelly: Oh. For real, though. Those two ditzes are gettin on my last nerves. Which one should go first?
Pink: Tyra.
Nelly: Aight then. We'll both vote for Tyra.
Day 2: Estradabu team goes to Tribal Council
John Cleese: Welcome, team members! Tonight, you will vote off one of your own. I hope that you have put some thought into who you will vote for. Are you ready? Good! Because you don't have any other option! HA! Now, Pink, go ahead.
Pink: I'm voting off Tyra because she's too stoopid to stay. See ya, hun.
Nelly: I'm votin' for Tyra. She don't deserve my company no mo. Peace.
Britney: I'm voting for Pink because she has no sense of style. Buhbye!
Tyra: I am voting for Pink because Britney told me to.
Carson: I am voting for Tyra. She's my homie and all, but she's so wrapped up in herself! Bye.
The Rock: I AM VOTING FOR TYRA! SHE'S TOO DUMB. SHE CAN'T THINK FOR HERSELF. BYE!
John Cleese: Ok, the votes are tallied! Oh, I can't stand the tension! Anyway, Good-bye to...TYRA!
Britney: NO!
Tyra: ~starts to cry~ Hold my honor, Britney! I'll miss you! Can I make a speech?
John Cleese... No. Assistants? Please escort Tyra to our awaiting Helicopter. Goodbye! You are the weakest link! HA! I've always wanted to say that! Now, go back to your camp and tomorrow we'll have another challenge! What fun! Goodnight!
The First Challenge
John Cleese: Ok teams, please line up single file and my assistants will strap a lobster to each of your ankles.
Britney: Excuse me, but is there anyway to get out of this? The lobsters might irritate my extremely perfect, tan, and sensitive skin.
John Cleese: Nope, sorry! You have to and this will be great fun to watch!
The Rock: I CAN TAKE THE PAIN! PAIN IS MY BEST FRIEND! BRING ON THE LOBSTERS!
~The assistants attach lobsters on strings to each of the contestant's ankles. Shouts of "OUCH!" and yelps of pain were filling the air like a chorus of little birdies. ~
John Cleese: Judging by the screams, all of the lobsters are attached, correct? Ok, now when I say, the first person in line will go and fetch their coconut. Once you have put your coconut in your team's box, you may remove your lobsters. Ok, GO!
~The first two runners/swimmers on each team, Justin and Britney, took off, but not without some difficulty considering that there were lobsters on their ankles. Justin made it out and back first because Britney tripped on one of her lobsters. It took a long time, but eventually, all of the team members made it back with their coconuts. ~
John Cleese: Congratulations Bermuda team! You have completed the challenge first, so come and claim your prizes!
Nelly: Aww man! I got jacked up for nothin'.
Daniel: HA! I used a spell to protect myself so that I wouldn't get injured!
Nelly Furtado: But there's a huge red spot on your ankle.
Daniel: Yes, that's the side effect of the spell.
Nelly Furtado: THE LOBSTER DID IT! NOT YOU! THAT IS NOT SELF- INFLICTED! GET OVER IT YOU HEFFER!
John Cleese: As much as I would like to stay, I cannot. Estradabu team, you will meet tonight at Tribal Council and vote on of your own out of the game. See you then! Good day!
Day 2: Estradabu Camp
Britney: Hey Tyra, come here!
Tyra: Hey! Why are we behind this tree?
Britney: Because we need to STRATAGIZE! We should vote off Pink. That girl has no style.
Tyra: Yea. Preach it, Sister! Amen! I'll do it!
Pink: Nelly! Come here, brother. We should vote of Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber.
Nelly: Who?
Pink: Britney and Tyra, stoopid!
Nelly: Oh. For real, though. Those two ditzes are gettin on my last nerves. Which one should go first?
Pink: Tyra.
Nelly: Aight then. We'll both vote for Tyra.
Day 2: Estradabu team goes to Tribal Council
John Cleese: Welcome, team members! Tonight, you will vote off one of your own. I hope that you have put some thought into who you will vote for. Are you ready? Good! Because you don't have any other option! HA! Now, Pink, go ahead.
Pink: I'm voting off Tyra because she's too stoopid to stay. See ya, hun.
Nelly: I'm votin' for Tyra. She don't deserve my company no mo. Peace.
Britney: I'm voting for Pink because she has no sense of style. Buhbye!
Tyra: I am voting for Pink because Britney told me to.
Carson: I am voting for Tyra. She's my homie and all, but she's so wrapped up in herself! Bye.
The Rock: I AM VOTING FOR TYRA! SHE'S TOO DUMB. SHE CAN'T THINK FOR HERSELF. BYE!
John Cleese: Ok, the votes are tallied! Oh, I can't stand the tension! Anyway, Good-bye to...TYRA!
Britney: NO!
Tyra: ~starts to cry~ Hold my honor, Britney! I'll miss you! Can I make a speech?
John Cleese... No. Assistants? Please escort Tyra to our awaiting Helicopter. Goodbye! You are the weakest link! HA! I've always wanted to say that! Now, go back to your camp and tomorrow we'll have another challenge! What fun! Goodnight!