[Hiccuping softly as she gets her tears under control.] I left a note for John in Shane's room. I... I was hoping we could talk. But then he didn't turn up so I decided not to waste the silence and the space and I went for a swim.... [Shuddering at the memory of turning and seeing Brady's sadistic leer.] I thought it was John. He... [tears threaten and she clamps her lips together as she looks away. Laura sighs and rubs her back soothingly.]

Laura: It's okay honey, it's just us here. I'm not going to judge you, you know that. So Brady was.... in the water?

[Swallowing hard.] He came up behind me and ... [She begins to shake again.] I thought he was John and then I realized.... I don't understand why he would do that, Laura. What kind of twisted motivations would someone have to have to *do* something like that?

Laura: Honey, I really couldn't tell you. Actually if I knew that, I'd be Tom Langan. [She shivers in the suddenly cool night air.] Why didn't you tell me last night?

Oh how could I? I mean, just think about how it would sound. I'm a psychiatrist for God's sake and I can't even deal with my own step-son. [Takes a trembling breath.] Laura, you're my friend but there are other people around here.... For a start John would either blame me or he'd kill Brady.

Laura: I vote for the latter.

[ Marlena stifles a giggle that turns into a sob.] Laura, I don't know how I'm going to get through the next few weeks here. This has been going on for so long now, I'm just exhausted. I don't know how to cope with him any more. I don't know how to deal with any of it. I feel like I'm being punished and I don't know what for. [Looks out across the darkening camp, tears trickling down her cheeks. Laura watches her helplessly, her anger building...]
confessed by Marlena at 11:52 PM

Belle *Confessional* Tribe 2 -- part 4

(As they stroll through the greenery of the island, Belle can't help but keep looking down at her companion. She giggles and giggles. Timothy grins at her, smothering his desire to bite her. Before long, not knowing it, they have strayed into Tribe One's territory.)

Baaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

(Belle screams, stilling the entire forest. She slumps when she sees Brady standing, tiny canes in tow, before her laughing like a hyena. Timothy quickly hides behind her left leg. Belle hits Brady across his WB t-shirt. Then, Brady grabs the wig off her head, suddenly becoming very serious.)

Brady: Where the f*ck did you get this Belle? (Belle scans the ground looking for Timothy, then she feels his furry body behind her leg and sighs in relief.)

Um, whatever Brady. You can have it if you want it. GAWD. (Brady gives her an evil eye and tells her that yeah, he thinks he could find some use for it… like for the fire. Yeah, he thinks, he needs to burn it. He tucks it under his arm, thinking he never should have given it to Bob anyway, the dumb bastard. No telling who else might have seen it and realized it wasn't Kristen kissing the doc…. )

Okay, Brady we have to go now. Was nice getting to see…

Brady: WE? What the hell is wrong with you. God, I just know SPIT you're going to end up being a dumb slut just like your bitch mother!

Um, gotta run, Brady! We're not 'spose to be over here.

Brady: Hey, ding-aling… we gotta talk. I've been getting these freaking pathetic notes from…

Okay, sure! Maybe we'll get together once the tribes merge huh? See ya! (She doesn't move, knowing it might reveal Timothy. She waves good-bye to her brother. Brady scowls, rolls his eyes, and turns to leave. Timothy scurries out from behind Belle and runs between Brady and his irregular canes, causing the brute to topple face first into the worn path, his nostrils filling up with dirt. Belle buckles and stifles a giggle. She and Timothy run for their lives, then collapse on a hill to laugh until their stomachs ache.)

Timothy, you're my new bestest best best best friend! (Timothy winks at her, and she scratches his soft white belly until he's sound asleep. She thinks she'll take him to the beach tomorrow to go swimming. She once saw a squirrel on TV water-skiing…. Belle sighs contentedly and joins Timothy in peaceful slumber.)

[Bob comes upon the two and wonders if eating 11 Krispy Kremes could induce such an halucination as a girl snuggled up next to a squirrel.]







confessed by Belle at 10:28 PM

Belle *Confessional* Tribe 2 -- part 3

(A voice, sweet and gentle, but cute and British, like Pinky from Pinky and the Brain, only smarter, comes out of nowhere and Belle stops talking, opens her eyes and her jaw drops into her lap.)

Squirrel: Hello again, I don't suppose you were looking for me were you?

Oh… my… GAWD! (For once Belle is speechless. She whips off the wig.)

Squirrel: I know, pretty amazing, huh? An English talking squirrel here on this provincial midwestern island in the colonies… sometimes I can't fathom it myself. (He twaddles close to Belle, propping his elbow on her knee, and winking.) Really, it's a long rather tedious story of how I ended up here. Let's just say that I fully intended to live my entire existence in the quaint London suburb to which I was born and splendidly bred. (He leans in a bit and whispers.) When I get off this bloody island there's a professorate waiting for me at Oxford. (Extending his tiny hand to Belle.) Name's Timothy. Timothy J. Herford.

(As he's waiting for Belle to announce her name and shake his hand, motionless Belle covertly finds her rope and quickly snags the cordial rodent. Choking, Timothy waves his arms wildly trying to get her to release him. Belle thinks he's too cute as she ties a knot in the rope and relaxes. She can't believe she's found him again and he's HERS! Her very own talking British squirrel!)

(Brushing his reddish coat, Timothy sighs heavily.)

Timothy: Now, that was hardly necessary lassie! I do not think you need to attach that rudimentary cord around my neck. Jiminy! I'm not a poodle! I insist you release me!

Um, but… But I want to KEEP you. Tim… othy. You're so cute! I don't want to lose you. The kids at school will just die when I show you to them!. And Brady will just flip out… (Suddenly grimacing, she quickly reconsiders showing the squirrel to Brady for fear the little guy would be tossed over the penthouse balconey.) Well, maybe not Brady, but Mimi will just die! I swear! She's really good with squirrels anyway… living in the park for a year you know. Oh boy, this is so amazing!

Timothy: Bugger! RELEASE me NOW I say! I demand you untie this tethering now you twit!

(Belle scrunches up her face, considering his request, suddenly realizing that some of god's creatures aren't meant to be pets.) Um, Okay Timothy, but promise me you'll be my friend? I don't have any friends on this puky island. (She pretends to begin untying his leash.)

Timothy: Alright. Alright. I'll be your chum. (He smiles, realizing she could be his ticket off this island. He knows he can't endure another Survivor game, not after this latest one! This seemingly daft girl is probably his best bet -- absolutely not going to make it out with any of the other bumblers, and not even the anal Brit with all the scientific gadgets. That one would probably have his brain sliced like a salami under a microscope in seconds. He was glad he chose the humanities field.)

[Bob's gaseous stomach grumbling wakes him and he looks through his lens. Belle appears to be talking to herself. Ho hum. He lowers his camera and again snoozes off.]

Goodie! I love you, Timothy! (She jumps up, topping her head once again with the wig.) Come on Timmy, let's go for a walk! Hey, are there any other talking animals here?

(Rolling his eyes, Timothy begins to regret revealing himself to someone of the American teen persuasion. But, he'd heard her father was a wealthy bloke… a chance to get back home.)



confessed by Belle at 10:25 PM

Belle *Confessional* Tribe 2 part 2

(Skipping through the forest, Belle blows big bubbles from her Savvy Strawberry lip glossed lips, her perky posterior practically perfect in pink peddle pushers and her hair in positively pert pig-tails. She's relieved that she hasn't been kidnapped, and has dedicated her day to trying to forget about all the creepy people on the island. Afterall, her team won the IC and it was time to relax for a bit.)

[Bob, wandering about the field hoping to come upon something kinky, is curious to see the girl bopping past him, decides to follow just out of sight.]

(As she starts to skip faster, she comes upon something in her path that she thinks could be a forest creature. Warily circling the hairy *thing*, with her best cheerleader pointed toe kick, she takes aim, then screams when it appears to jump. However, she soon realizes it was only the breeze catching its flaxen *hairs*. Belle bends down to retrieve it and sees it's some kind of crude hand-made wig. Smiling, she plops it on her head and continues her jaunt.)

What a totally 'n sync day!

[Bob can't help but reminisce upon his two blonde babes skinny dipping together fantasy…]

Soon Belle is relaxing against the tree she'd been searching for. She tries not to think, scrunching up her face and trying to squeeze all the bad thoughts out, but it's not working. She wonders where her dad is. She hasn't seen him for a couple days at least. The writer guy had told her that indeed that lady with the scary hair was Brady's DEAD mother… saying something about how Hacks like Langan will do anything they want, even bring back cancer victims. She thinks that's pretty sicko, but at the same time she wants Brady to have his mom back, then maybe he'll stop being so mean all the time. Or not….)

OH! (Clamping her hands to her head as if in pain.) Stop, stop bad thoughts. I am Belle Black. I am Belle Black… I remember LOTS of things. LOTS of them….

[Bob sinks down against to his own tree some distance away from her, zooming in every once in a while to see what Belle is up to. Soon, his stomach full of Krispy Kremes, he falls asleep, his camera continuing to record silently.]



confessed by Belle at 10:17 PM

[Quietly approaching Marlena from behind, she whispers.] Ready to talk about it...

Marlena: [Sobbing, Marlena's shoulders tremble. Finally she turns to an expectant Laura.] I don't even know where to start...

[Taking her hand, she smiles lightly.] How about the beginning?

Marlena: [Sighs heavily], I'm not even sure where this starts.

[Waits patiently, then after a moments thought], This isn't about Susan, right? I mean Kristen is so strung out...[Mumbles], Why is it again we're helping her--damn hypocratic oath...

Marlena: [Low mournful tone], It's Brady...

[As hard as she tried, Laura couldn't keep the pained shock from her voice.] Brady? Oh Honey, no...[Looks sympathetically], What can I do?
confessed by Laura at 8:37 PM

Kristen wakes up from her drug induced haze. And realizes she's in Marlena's tent. She can hear Laura and Marlena having a discussion just outside the entrance. Hearing her stir, Laura and Marlena enter back in to the tent to check on Kristen. Kristen, still not fully with it, sees Marlena and repeats Susan's name several times
Marlena: Kristen, calm down. What is it about Susan?
Susan........Susan's been impersonating me again. She bought that wig to the island and her teeth and ooooooh my god
Laura: Oh my god what?
I, I was tied to the tree, Susan tied me up. She came to check on me the other day.
Kristen looks over at Marlena
I don't know if I was hallucinating or what. You weren't out skinny dipping the other night were you?
Marlena nods her head, with a small smile on her face. Laura is speechless, Kristen's sudden felt the need to purge. But the smile fades off Marlena's face as she begins to speak
Marlena: I went out there, hoping maybe John would be there to Kristen winces at the thought of them. I thought he was out there too. Someone joined me in the water........Marlena looks over at Kristen. Kristen watches Marlena as the realization sets in Oh my, it was SUSAN out there in the water with me? Oh god, I need to get some air.
Laura, still speechless, trying to comprehend everything she'd just heard
Laura: so that's what Marlena was upset about and wouldn't tell me about
Laura looks over at Kristen who's gone back to sleep again. Then she leaves the tent in search of Marlena, or Susan or whoever she finds first
confessed by Krissy DiMera at 8:04 PM

[Wandering down to the beach where Belle is splashing around in the shallows with Craig. Marlena sits and watches them with a smile as the sun sinks behind her. It's a sad kind of smile though. She wishes John were here playing with their daughter. They missed all these sweet times with the kids, between Kristen and... She frowns as she wonders exactly why they *did* miss all that time with the kids. It's a little too confusing right now with everything that's going on and it makes her head hurt.]

Craig: Penny for them?

[Looking up at him.] Hmmm? Oh, just thinking.

Craig: Well, I guessed that. [Sits down beside her, brushing at the sand on his legs. He's debated all day as to whether to tell her what he saw but finally decided against it. The last thing he wants to do is make her feel uncomfortable or embarrassed around him and he can keep an eye on her wellbeing without her being aware of it this way. Looks over at Belle who is dumping sand in a bucket and grins.] She's adorable. [Unable to help himself as he looks back at Marlena.] Kinda like her Mom really.

[Glances across at him and then away, her cheeks reddening.] Craig, I....

Craig: [Mortified] Uh... forget I said that. Sometimes I open my mouth and the words get there before my brain kicks in. I'm sorry.

[Looks over at him again. He is staring at the sand in front of him.] Craig, you're a *very* sweet man. And if I wasn't a married woman and you weren't a married man.... [Trails off uncomfortably, wondering if she's said too much.] I'd like very much to be able to count on your friendship.

Craig: [A little heartened by her honesty.] You've got it. Any time.

Good, I'm glad. [Smiles at him shyly and then looks up at Belle.] Okay baby girl I think it's time to head back to camp and get some supper. [Belle comes running as Craig helps Marlena up and together they head back to the camp and another night of rice and Brady's chowder....]
confessed by Marlena at 7:15 PM

*IMMUNITY IDOL GOES TO TRIBE #2*

Good grief that one was close! But after much eye-strain and consideration, the Immunity Idol is switching sides of the island. Congrats, Tribe #2!

Tribe #1, if you want your votes to be counted, please either post them on the blog or send them to the Tribal Coucil E-mail by midnight ET tonight, along with your reasons for casting your vote.

Oh, and on the next challenge, please remember: tribe members who have been booted and/or left the island for other reasons are off the island. They are no longer eligible to assist in immunity challenges and are as off limits as video tapes :) Any people power you use should be found within the members of your own tribe.
confessed by Your Host, The Big BadAss at 5:26 PM

Belle *Confessional* Tribe Two

(Belle smiles widely as she stands up from her spot on the beach and looks with amazement at the sturdy rope she's just finished weaving together with some tall grass she found on the island.)

Okay, now to go back into the woods where I first saw him and wait…
confessed by Belle at 3:52 PM

Craig *Confessional* Tribe One

(Craig is watching baby Belle at the camp. Craig has blown up an exam glove into a makeshift ballon. Letting little Belle draw a face on it. They bat it around.)

(Craig lowers his voice so baby Belle can't hear what he is saying to Bob) Yeah, that twisted, twerp was here wanting to talk to his little sister. But when told him that I knew it was him last night and that I know Marlena thought it was John. (Grinning) He seemed kinda upset that I knew it was him. Wanted to know how I knew.

(Craig, laughing out loud and shaking his head) No amount of fake, long blond wigs and silk teddies could ever make him even remotely appealling. (Bob, nods in agreement) I think that offended him somehow. (Craig and Bob, snicker loudly)

He sure left in a hurry, but not before he had an unfortunate fall. (Craig, winking slyly at Bob) You know if that boy doesn't stop hitting his head he is going to do some serious brain damage.

(Craig, seeing baby Belle has grown tired of her fake balloon gets up and walks over to her) Let's go down to the beach and skip some stones, whadda say? (Craig, grinning down at little Belle and putting out his hand. Baby Belle smiles and takes Craig's hand and they walk down to the beach and out of camera range.)
confessed by Craig Wesley at 2:07 PM

*Confessional* Brady Black

(Using his mismatched Tiny Tim canes, Brady hobbles up the path . When he gets closer to Bob, he reaches behind his back and throws something at him. A startled Bob jumps back as Brady laughs.)

Hey Bob, brought you a present. What, you don't want my straw wig? Where's your sense of humor? I think Tom would be proud at how sick and twisted I was. You have to admit, it was pretty hysterical seeing dear old Doc think she was making out with Kristen DiMera only to find out it was her hated stepson! What do you think freaked her out more - realizing she wanted a woman or realizing the woman she wanted was me? By the time she gets off this island, she'll be begging her sister to lock her in the looney bin!! Then my Dad can live happily ever after with my Mom, the sainted and angelic Isabella Toscano Black.

btw, have you noticed how many ex-mental patients are on this team?? Marlena, Sam, Kim, Laura....kinda creepy.

I'm sure Mommie Dearest thinks I'm gonna tell everyone about last night. And even though it would be add a couple of good 'firsts' to our Immunity Challenge - first time St Doc kissed someone she thought was a woman. First time the Slut made out with one of her stepchildren....Hehehe. But, I prefer to keep what between us for now. Got it??

Well, I hear Craig is watching baby Belle so I think I'll go find them. I got a couple of more notes from that Reilly dude that I need to ask my little sis about. One of them says Maggie Horton took care of me and Belle in Aremid when my father was almost executed. That doesn't make sense cuz my Dad hates that gossip-monger so why would he entrust his children to her?

Remember Bob, no tattling. Oh and you can keep the wig. BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!


(As Brady limps away, Bob descreetly sticks his foot under one of the Tiny Tim canes, causing Brady to fall flat on his face.)



confessed by Brady Black at 1:00 PM

[Kim wanders desolately around the deserted campsite, thankful for the temporary solitude. The sunlight leaking through the trees causes her aching head further annoyance as she hunts in vain for an aspirin.]

[speaking aloud to herself]...well, Kimmy, now what? You go to lend your support to Laura, and find Shane doing a pretty fine job of that all by himself! [She cringes, recalling the scene she had witnessed the night before] And why is this bothering you anyways? You have Philip, and...[her musings are cut short as the rustling trees signal someones arrival]
confessed by Kimberly Brady at 11:33 AM

[Tentatively], Marlena...Are you okay? [Seeing the glare in Marlena's eyes, Laura can't help but smile.]

Marlena: What's so funny?

This. Doesn't it seem kind of familiar...only now I'm trying to help and you look like you want to take someone's head off.

Marlena: [Laughs lightly], Okay now that you mention it...

Wanna talk about it? [Marlena's body language screams defiance, so Laura relents.] Okay. [Anxious curiousity], So how's Kim?

Marlena: [Concerned], Last time I saw her...angry and drunk.

Drunk?...probably my fault too. [Marlena looks questioningyly.] Well what if she saw Shane and I yesterday. [Noticing Marlena's quirky grin, she shifts gears.] Not that anything happened really. But...well it's so obvious that she still has feelings for him.

Marlena: Maybe...but why do you think she saw you?

I don't know really...on my way back to camp yesterday, I saw her--there was just a very strange, cold look on her face...She didn't say anything, just stared for a minute then turned and headed the other direction. [Pauses], Do you think I should try to find her, try to talk to her? [Marlena shakes her head no.]

[After a moments companionable silence the camp seems to close in on Laura. Somewhat pleadingly], You want to go for a walk?

Marlena: [Looks around unsure, then sighs], Sure...just let me ask Craig to watch Belle.

[Hard as she tried Laura couldn't help bristling at Craig's name. Noticing, Marlena stiffens.] Sorry...old habits die hard...Umm, I'm gonna get some water. You want some? [Marlena nods and heads toward Craig.]

[The further they walked the more the silent tension seems to grow until, finally, Laura speaks.] I heard your radio show...it was good. [Marlena quirks her brow unconvinced.] Really...it wasn't particularly commercial [smirks], but somehow I doubt that's what you were going for.

[Laughing, they hear moans coming from up ahead. Rushing forward they find Kristen tied to a tree, mumbling incoherently.] Kristen... Kristen? [Finally giving up Laura pours her bottled water over Kristen's head. Her eyes slit open--the whites completely lost in her dilated fog.] Kristen...what happened to you? [Not much sense can be made of her slurring words--only tidbits, Susan impersonating her to get to Marlena. Turning Laura notices that all the color has drained from Marlena's face.] Marlena?

Marlena: [Shifts uncomfortably], Not now...let's just get her back to camp.

Okay [Quickly untying her, Marlena and Laura support her lifeless body and turn back toward camp.] Good God! She's awful heavy to be so skinny--cow!

Marlena: [Laughing], What did you give her anyway?

[Grins], Don't blame this on me--I gave her Gleemonex...it should have made her happy and gotten her out of everyone else's hair. Then she had to go and swipe some of my Placidin...[Smiling], I won't be held accountable for her idiocy....[Approaching camp], And of course, none of that explains why she was tied to a tree...

confessed by Laura at 10:26 AM

[When Marlena gets back to the camp, Kim has oddly disappeared. Looking around, she realizes she hasn't seen Craig for quite a while either. Shrugging she goes to the crate and rummages around for another box of tea. She shudders when she sees the exorcising kit and she turns away just in time to see Laura emerge from the tent.]

Laura! [falls into step with her friend.] I just wanted to apologize for last night. You know I usually don't fall apart like that. And I also wanted to say I'm sorry for the last few days. I got all caught up in my own problems and I wasn't at all fair to you. You were only trying to help, I know. You weren't to know.

[Smiles a little too brightly.] Anyway, I hope you forgive me too and we can put this silly business behind us. [Looks around the sunlit clearing and suddenly realizes what she's said.] Oh honey, not... I wasn't meaning about Jenn when I said that. I know how worried you are about her. We can only pray that she's safe. [Suddenly looks a little excited.] Maybe Shane might be able to get us some news. After all, he has all those communication devices in that room. [Notices Laura's sudden blush and the half-smile at the mention of Shane and suddenly remembers the wet and sandy clothes from last night. Looks at Laura with wide-eyes and an admiring grin.] Laura honey, is there something you want to tell me....?
confessed by Marlena at 8:11 AM

Craig *Confessional* Tribe One

(Just as Marlena disappears, Craig emerges from the trees. Unshaven, dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. He hadn't selpt a wink. Having heard her confessional, Craig looks at Bob, there is a moment of silence.)

I went for a walk last night, trying to sort somethings out in my head. I know what happened on the beach. (There is a moment of silence as Craig and Bob, staring knowingly at each other.Craig swallows hard remembering what he saw and heard. Fighting back the nausea Craig, swallows hard again and takes a deep breath. His thoughts turn back to Marlena.)

Is she okay? (Craig questions Bob and looking in the direction that Marlena went. Bob shrugs, Craig looks worried.) I just want her to be happy, Bob. I just want her to get everything that she wants and deserves. (Craig, looks forlorn as Bob nods in agreement).

She has so much working against her. Especially that freak of nautre stepson who worships his frizzed out dead mother! Who has miraculously returned from the dead! And what is with that dye job?! (Craig shakes his head in confusion.) Which reminds me you'll have to excuse me, there's a gimp I need to trip. (Craig disappears from the camera.)
confessed by Craig Wesley at 7:23 AM

Marlena *Confessional* - Tribe 1

[Looking a lot more together, Marlena makes her appearance into the grey half-light of the new morning.  She makes her way down to the stream, where she finds the empty champagne bottle.  Picking it up she looks at it curiously but really, she has more to think about than who appropriated a bottle of bubbly, so she sets it back down as she crouches down to splash some cool water on her face.  Bob edges over with the camera and asks if she's okay.] 

Sure, I'm okay Bob, [manages a tight smile], why wouldn't I be?  [Bob tells her that he heard Laura trying get her to tell what happened and asks why she didn't tell Laura the truth.] Because I *can't*.  [Bob tells her he knows the truth about what happened and asks her again why she won't talk to Laura about it. Eyes shimmer as she thinks about her decision to stay silent.  Taking a deep breath, she wipes away the tears.]

That's what he wants, don't you see?  He wants to humiliate me in front of my friends.  It's such a preposterous story, who would believe it anyway?  [Bob points out that she now has him to back up her version of events.  She just laughs bitterly.]  You don't know how good he is at weaselling his way out of these things.  [Sighs.]  Anyway, besides all that, I can't do that to him.  He's all caught up in this need to hurt me, but he's going to hurt himself in the process and I won't be part of that if I can possibly help it.  I'm *not* going to play his game and I'm not going looking for revenge.  I won't hurt him like that.

Bob: Uh... excuse me, what about him hurting you?  Doesn't that worry you?

[Laughs unconvincingly.]  Brady wouldn't hurt me physically  [Bob points to the graze on her arm silently and she blushes slightly.]  Not *seriously*.  He's just trying to shake me off-balance.  [Bob mutters something and she sighs.] Yeah, I know, he's been doing a pretty good job of it so far.  [Bob tells her she seems to be doing a lot better this morning.  Marlena laughs again but the sound is strained.]  The idea is to do better, but I can't promise I'll stay this way.  [Shrugs.]  I can only do my best though, right?  [Looks at Bob intensely.]  Bob you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone about this thing with Brady.  Not a *soul*.  Do you promise?  [Bob slowly nods, but he has his fingers crossed behind his back.]

[She sees a hung over Kim crawling out of her tent.]  Look, I have to go and talk to Kim.  I've been neglecting her and I'm [casts a glance at the discarded champagne bottle] a little concerned about her.

[It's only when she's out of hearing range that Bob realizes he's forgotten to tell her about Isabella thinking it was Kristen she was with....]

confessed by Marlena at 5:32 AM

*confessional* Roman Brady
Krissy, what the hell are you doing tied to a tree? You say weird old Susan did this to you? I was dreaming of a tree last night and I thought for a second that maybe I tied you there thinking you were my beautiful Doc. Guess I was just having a nightmare. You know how bad I want to get that woman against a tree. Hey Bob, isn't this against the rules? Oh, you say there is no rules on this island?
And what are you telling me about Kristen and Marlena in the water, both naked with their arms around each other? OMG Not my Doc. Bob, it's time for Roman Brady to go undercover and get to the bottom of this. If Marlena is liking the female body now, I guess that means Hazel must make her entrance on this god forsaken Island. Damn, I foget to bring my padding. Hey Krissy, did you bring your pillow baby to this island? You say you did? You say you brought it just incase you get the chance to get it on with John? Great! Hey Krissey, I'm needing a woman so bad right now that even you look good tied against that tree. Why don't we close our eyes and make believe I'm your John and your my Doc. Oh, um, um, nevermind Krissey. Forget it. I think I could do better doing a beer bottle than you. Damn! Why didn't I bring my beer instead of this damn picture of a woman that wants nothing to do with me. Well, if Doc won't have me, maybe she'll want to get it on with Hazel. See you later Krissy and don't ruin that tree. All tress are important, including stumps.
confessed by Roman Brady at 4:35 AM

Can you believe that Lisa Marie? Ohh that nasty Krissen... now she done it! Ya'll won't believe where I found this crazy gal. She been rolling round like a pig in mud, all googly eyed in Tommy Langan's special flowers, jabberin on 'bout imposters and being tied to a tree. Kids... drugs, they bad, so don't let this happen to ya'll. Now I didn't tell her a thing 'bout where those were. Musta found dem all by herself. There's was lotsa smoke and donuts too, I think she dun made herself some of them cigarettes; lotsa folks be smokin' after bumpin uglies. And after what I hears today, it's beginin' to make a lot more sense now. I think so, oh yes indeedy.
confessed by Susan Banks at 3:15 AM

*IMMUNITY CHALLENGE: PART 2 and TRIBAL COUNCIL*

Yay! Both tribes got their challenges in in plenty of time! Congradulations - that was the first hurdle. Now for the second part.

The tribe members who sent in the immunity challeges earlier this evening need to check their e-mail. Both should have received Word documents containing the other teams' list of "firsts." You each have until 5:00 p.m. ET on Wednesday to look through the list and challenge anything you believe is incorrect or duplicated anywhere else on the list. When you challenge something, be sure to note why it was challenged. Your challenges will then be reviewed and immunity will be announced by 7:00 p.m. ET on Wednesday, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

ALSO NOTE: You may want to go ahead and begin sending in your Tribal Council votes, along with your reasons behind your vote, to the Tribal Council E-mail. All votes are due in Wednesday night by midnight ET. If you send in your vote and your tribe wins immunity, your vote will be tossed out.

(hears name being called on walkee-talkee, takes it off of her belt) Yeah.....What?.....(sighs) Alright, I'll be right there. (clips walkee-talkee back on belt) I'd better go see what that's about. Fred just came back to the mess tent, all breathing heavy and freaked out. Something about an inter-tribe kidnapping and masquerade he stumbled across in the woods? Yeesh - I'm thinking he needs to layoff Bob's special brew.
confessed by Your Host, The Big BadAss at 12:18 AM