Nobody tells Locke what he can't do....

[painhumbles]

Who | Gabriel (your host) and other survivors.
What | Everyone is stuck in SURVIVOR: EXTREME EDITION. Play amongst yourselves, yell at Gabriel, push someone into the crocodile pit, make rat-kabob, vote everyone off the island, do random shit. IDEC.
Where | Family Fun Night verse. On an island.
When | WHO CARES? THERE ARE CROCODILES.
How | commentspam

Comments

[likedillinger]

[Dean's on team Awesome Jungle Cat or whatever, and he's determined to win that fucking immunity idol. The problem is it's at the end of this terrifying obstacle course and... in the middle of the crocodile pit. But he's getting that damn thing one way or another. ... But maybe he'll let someone else go first to see if any Indiana Jones sized traps get sprung.]

[gensdaughter]

[Look, Dean, if you're not gonna move, somebody's gonna make sure you get out of her way. Mainly this chick. Not that running toward the crocks is the smartest move, but she'll worry about that when she gets there.

You will forgive this mun if she's rusty. She hasn't Loised her Lane in a while.]

[likedillinger]

Hey, slow down! [He's not sure if he means 'so you don't get eaten by crocodiles' or "so you don't beat me to the idol thingy'. Maybe a little of both.] Tryin' to get yourself killed?

[gensdaughter]

I don't know, do you actually have balls? [Oh sure, insult the pretty face. That will take the focus off the green things that look hungry.

What does a hungry crocodile look like, anyway?]

[assbuttangel]

[Cas is... walking away from the crocodile pit carrying around a dead crocodile. That he killed. With his bare hands. Like Chuck Norris.]

[thatdemonbitch]

I think you missed the point of the challenge, Champ.

[assbuttangel]

We were supposed to beat the crocodiles. I wrestled this one.

[thatdemonbitch]

You wrestled an alligator. You wrestled an alligator.

[farsees]

[Somewhere off camera, Cassie's sitting on a crocodile. Her fierceness has instantly tamed the beast, or maybe Gabriel just created a tamed crocodile for his pet human. In any case, she's sitting there, hanging out, drawing pictures of Dean being eaten by sharks and alligators.]

You aren't going to start running around in safari attire, are you? Because the second you wear khaki shorts, I'm disowning you.

[painhumbles]

[Yeah, Gabriel takes good care of his pet human. He's an awesome surrogate dad like that.]

Please. I like to think I have a lot more taste than that. [But not enough... Not to wear horrible Hawaiian print shirts. They're necessary beach attire.]

[farsees]

[She reaches over to tug on the sleeve of his tacky shirt and just smirks a little.] Maybe I should be the announcer during the next tribal council. There are a few people I'd like to bait into arguing with one another.

[painhumbles]

[HMM. TEMPTING OFFER. Gabriel looks down and smirks.] Get 'em to shove each other into the crocodile pit and we got a deal.