Tribal Council One

Day three

Tribal council arrives at day three. The Pahgong tribe endures the long walk to the David Hall to vote off one of their kind. As they set foot on the marbled floor on Mr. Gonzales's office, host Glenn Probst meets up with a rather forced smile, due to the noxious odor of the tribe. The castaways settle down on the floor whilst the host rests on a reclining chair. "Pahgong. Welcome to Tribal Council. I shall ask you a few questions about your stay here, which might ultimately affect your decision on who walks the fated path out of the rock garden tonight."

Glenn: "Erwin, what is your favorite number?"

Erwin: "56."

Glenn: "Rabs, what is your favorite restaurant?"

Rabs: "KFC."

Glenn: "AJ, what are you smiling?"

AJ: "Because I have teeth."

Glenn: "Very well, I think we're ready to vote. Balle, you're up first."

	Tribal council time baby.
	Balle "Everything is bigger in Texas. I like everything big. That's why I like Dane's big book of science. But I can't use it while he's around. I'm voting for Dane tonight."
	Rabs "Last night, I wanted to vote for Onas. But I realized that he's on the other tribe. You see, that's the difficulty when you're under the influence. That's why I wanna vote for Dane. Why? I have no friggin idea."
	Dane "According to my scientific calculations, the oxgen content of the rock garden is 45.96 kilohoubs. In addendum, my personal observation divided by the square root of pi divided by the tangent of the constant prime number in the ten-thousandths place leads me to believe that I cannot stand Marco Ballesteros."
	Jay "When I was cartwheeling around the pool a few weeks ago, I knocked over a plant. Rabang likes plants."
	Plep "Dane is gay."
	Tofi "I don't care bout no sissy arse teammates. If I got my choice, I'll boot them all off and rave all alone all day. But heck, I wanna prove my alphabetical skillz so I'm voting in alphabetical order. Who's first... hmm... AJ? Oh wait... may utang siya sa akin. I vote for Dane."
	Ke "Balle, my baby... we can't be together. It's just wrong. If you're here, I couldnt resist the tempatation. So I guess I'm gonna vote personally to save myself from being harmed by my "midnight sex machine schizophrenia".
	Erwin "According to my memory bank, I must win the game. Specimen X69 aka Dane Sacdalan is a threat. Erwin Fuentes votes for Dane Sacdalan. Thank you for playing."
	Glenn Probst "That's three votes Balle, one vote Rabs and four votes Dane. DANE, THE TRIBE HAS SPOKEN

Dane's final words

"I went into this game with a mission, and that is to prove to everyone that science can win anything and everything. You might think that I have failed in my mission. However, I know for a fact that I did not. The sole reason for this assertion is that with my ouster, no individual shall have the capability to calculate the precise allocations of the nutritional matter in the garden. With my presence gone, I don't think they'll last the perils of the garden even for fifteen minutes. Now, as I leave this damned place, I shall raise my fists in the air, tilt my head backwards and let out a cackle which will fill the air to remind everyone of the mistake they did. Wahahahha!"