Moretti takes a moment to congratulate himself. It turns out he really knows how to do it. He is the Michelangelo of balloon sculptors. In his hands, latex becomes twisted latex. The drill sergeants enter and survey the happy scene.
Happy time is now over.
More physical activity follows, along with the requisite reality-show conversations about who will vote for whom, what the alliances are, etc. etc. We call our lawyer. We're considering suing Mark Burnett for boring us by proxy. It turns out that Thomson, that fine specimen of manhood, is really ill. Thomson wants to stay.