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After the break, the bushman arrives on the “favorites” beach. “He’s like a Filipino Jesus,” exclaims someone. (Maybe Corinne?) Malcolm interviews that the bushman, whose name is Tata, is about “four feet tall and 60 years old”. He shows them all how to cook rice inside bamboo, and makes them a meal with chicken, potatoes and onions. “A Filipino Gollum,” says Malcolm. I think Tata would prefer “Jesus”.

Over a montage of Tata cooking and fixing their shelter, Cochran explains that Tata functions by saying “enigmatic little things that nobody understands” while everyone stands around watching and not understanding. Tata does “get his bump and grind on” with Brenda and Andrea, while Cochran complains because Tata is like “a woodland creature, he gets away with it, while if I tried that he would be treated as a creepy predator." Well, yeah. And enough of the woodland creature/Gollum references already. Anyway, all of the “favorite” women kiss Tata at the same time, and it’s time for him to leave.

Meanwhile the “fans” arrive back at their camp and Michael says that he is grouchy because the “favorites” have won every reward. Eddie and Reynold keep up their complaining that Shamar is laying in the shelter all day because that argument has been working really well for them. Shamar is exhausted, though he says he is going to stay but “y’all gotta bring me rice once a day." Everyone complains about how that’s not right - but not to Shamar.

No one has any sympathy for him because as Laura points out, “We are all starving. Shamar is a big baby when it comes down to it." Eventually Sherri, grumbling about how “I never even wait on my husband,” takes a scoop of rice over to Shamar. If Sherri’s husband isn’t asking her right now to get him a beer from the fridge, he is a big disappointment.

Shamar’s tale of woe continues – he has scratched his eyeball. “That sucks,” says Matt without hiding the sarcasm. Michael imagines that without all the drama Shamar brings, the “fans” would be winning. And we get yet another montage of people saying how they want to be rid of Shamar.

That night, we get the footage from last week’s “next time on Survivor” with the big storm and rats crawling everywhere and getting into people’s mouths and so on. Fast forward to early morning, where Michael is talking about what a rough night it was and how it looks like Shamar is going to quit. Maybe if Sherri brought him two scoops of rice?

When it is full light, Sherri notes that Shamar’s eye is looking puffy, but Reynold mumbles “You’re a ----ing Marine. Come on." He is about to feel really guilty, because here comes Probst with a medical team.

Shamar is laid down, and they have a look inside his eye. It is very red, and the doctor wants to see if there is an abrasion on Shamar’s cornea, which could affect his vision. So she puts some orange dye in Shamar’s eye to get a better look, while Probst seems to know something’s up because he blathers on about Shamar’s eventful journey with its highs and lows. Highs? Footage not found. Anyway, the diagnosis is that Shamar has a divot in the cornea, near the pupil that could affect his vision. The doctor cannot do anything here and wants him to see a specialist. She would like to pull him from the game.

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