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All is well…until…
Wreckage!! Yiiiiiiike! Total rollover. Cim: Do we stop and help the brothers or do we wave on the way making sure they are okay? That’s a tough call, cuz we ARE playing the game you know, and they do seem to have people helping them! Jai [counting heads]: Brian…Greg…phew! Ohhhhh…poor cameraman. And oh yeah, if we came across that? WE WOULD STOP, Rob. Yeah, it’s a race, but come on. At least slow down long enough to see who was hurt and what we could do. Love that the brothers say a prayer for him later. Cim:
“What’s the penalty for killing a cameraman? How many hours
do you get for that?” Anyway. We get to Xua Xarra in one piece. We do NOT, however, spend the next seven hundred years whining about how rotten Rob and Amber were for not stopping, and how reverend and wonderful we are for stopping (*cough*LynnandAlex*cough*). Jai:
“Okay, could the boyfriends BE any more self-righteous?? DETOUR At Xua Xaara, we meet our next task. Cim: I’d have to say water…seems like a lot of trouble trying to get the corn (or whatever) meal into the right consistency. Jai: Yeah. The eggs look faster. And less physically challenging. I’ve got more lung power than arm and back muscles at this point, I think. Even if we start to do the cornmeal, I’m thinking I would totally bail for the watery eggs.
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