Both tribes head to the challenge site to see a huge stage with overhead lights. Behind the stage is a panel witht he words, "A2003 Fashion Show". 

Glenn Probst: "The IC today will involve your great fashion sense. I will leave you guys here for thirty minutes and when I come back, you need to be all dressed up and you may also present a song or dance number or whatever. Koobah doesn't need to have one of their members sit out because it doesn't relaly matter. Survivors ready? Go!" 

Onas: "Let's sing INCUBUS."

Boss: "No. Let's just stand around and do nothing."

Aaron: "I can play metallica songs while all of you jump around and do nothing."

Jason: "My ass hurts."

Pahgong, likewise, plans their presentation...

Jay: "Let's sex... errr... sing!"

Rabs: "What intercourse... errr... course of action should we take?"

When suddenly... A NAKED BARBARIAN ARRIVES!

And it knocks them all out, disshevelling them for most of the alloted thirty minutes.

Glenn Probst: "Okay, time's up. Koobah... show your stuff."

Koobah indeed shows their stuff, and dances to the tune of "Enter Sandman".

Glenn Probst: "Okay, Pahgong, it's your turn."

Pahgong RAVES!!! The loss of their consciousness leads them to follow their primal instincts. Thus, we can conclude that everyone in Pahgong is a RAVER at heart. As they rave to the tune of Crazytown's "Butterfly", Glenn Probst dances along.

Glenn: "It's a singularly unanimous decision!!! PAHGONG WINS!!!"

PAHGONG WINS IMMUNITY!!  

Glenn Probst: "Congratulations, Pahgong. That's two in a row. Koobah, I'll see you in your first ever Tribal Council." 

Let's take a special look at the Koobah camp before TC.