We see them each go up to vote. After the votes are in, Pontius Probst reads off the tally. Stacey 1 Barabbas 3 Sonja 4 After Probst reads the verdict, Sonja simply nods and smiles calmly. Probst tells her to bring her torch up to him. The tribe has spoken.
Cancer is small-time.
You're in the big leagues now, bitch. He snuffs out her light. Fucking dignified cunt. Oh tutti, you're going to be so much fun. First, a spelling bee.