Looks like I've confessed as much these past few days as Monica in Second Chance.

So we swap and holy Mama Cthulhu, this tribe is basically under my control. They just don't know it.

You've got Rodney who thinks he's a filet mignon, but he's really a steak-um. I own him like I owned Worlds Apart.

Vytas is still depressed with his first boot complex, so I've been toying with his emotions. Vytas will stick to me as if his name was Elmer's.

Sherri is strange as fuck. She has a spastic schedule, and it's screwing her over. ...Which means I can swoop in and use her as my goat.

Ami is still a threat and still my arch nemesis. She just doesn't know it yet, but oh boy, will she know soon.

Fairplay. Yea, the second we lose, your ass is getting sent to Isla Muertos.

Monica. She has the idol, yadda yadda. We're using her as a meat shield at the moment.

Their torches will all get snuffed, one-by-one. There is no stopping Mama C in this sausage-fest. MWAHAHAHAHAHAA! *lightning strikes and a black cat walks across screen*