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“I vote that he not cook the fish.”
    â€œI’m with you, twin,” said Rico.
    â€œMe, too,” said Konrad.
    â€œYou’ve got my vote,” said Cortnee.
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    â€œAre we seeing cracks in what has previously been a staunch and solid alliance?” Bobby Dixon asked in his smiling, smooth soliloquy, filmed a mile down the beach.
    A light breeze ruffled his thick hair and he smoothed it down with his hand, dimpling deeply.
    â€œTonight, after the victory contest, these six survivors, who have stuck together from the very beginning, will have to vote out one of their own.” His voice took on a note of urgency and suspense. “What shifts of allegiance will occur to form new alliances as we count down to five andthen to the Final Four? Who has what it takes to be Victorious? ”
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    Later the six contestants gathered around the fire, eating the fish cooked by the twins.
    â€œThat was great,” Rico said expansively, patting his washboard stomach. “If the food is as good at that diner your family owns, I’m heading there as soon as we’re off this island.”
    â€œShannen and I have been short-order cooks since we were in junior high,” said Lauren. “Of course, it’s much easier at home, because we don’t have to catch the food ourselves.”
    â€œWell, no matter what you hear, the food in prison isn’t bad,” Konrad interjected. “And you get more of it than one lousy fish split six ways.”
    â€œI’m still hungry,” wailed Cortnee. “Having only a couple bites of fish and a blob of wretched rice is like being on a starvation diet.”
    â€œI cooked the rice and it wasn’t wretched, it was fine,” snarled Jed.
    â€œIt really wasn’t wretched at all,” Lauren hastily agreed.
    â€œUh-oh, look what’s headed our way.” Shannen was the first to spy Bobby Dixon strolling down the beach toward them, wearing his immaculately pressed khaki slacks and matching safari shirt.
    â€œHe looks so neat and clean all the time, I can’t stand it.” Cortnee groaned. “It’s been how long since we had a hot shower? And washing your hair in the ocean is really bad. There’s a reason why saltwater shampoo was never invented.”
    â€œWouldn’t it be thrilling to see Slick Bobby look less…dapper?” Shannen flashed a naughty smile. “It might even take my mind off being hungry out here all the time.”
    â€œYeah, but it’ll never happen.” Rico heaved a disgruntled sigh. “We’ll stay hungry as long as we’re on the island, and Bobby will stay clean. You just know he has his clothes cleaned and pressed every day over in the crew’s camp. And somehow he never sweats, no matter how hot it is.”
    â€œMakes you wonder if the guy’s human,” murmured Shannen. “I’ve had my doubts. Those dimples of his look like computer animation.”
    â€œI bet Slick B would sweat if we poured fish guts over him,” said Konrad, staring moodily into the bean can holding the fish remains. They’d saved the can from their first days on the island, to use as a container.
    â€œAnybody want to try it and see?” Rico asked eagerly. “Cortnee? Twins?”
    Shannen laughed. “You’re evil, Rico.”
    â€œHello, all.” Bobby joined them, dimpling at the camera. “No mail-in-the-tree today. I brought the contest requirements to you in person.”
    â€œWatch out, Bobby. They’ve hatched this juvenile plan to drench you in fish guts,” Jed called out.
    Konrad scowled. “Anybody know what that stoolie is talking about?”
    The others shrugged and shook their heads.
    â€œI do know that Jed is a rat.” Cortnee sniffed. “And if he didn’t win every contest and get himself immunity, I’d gladly vote him off.”
    â€œYou can dream, but it’s never going to happen,