Welcome back.
The spill-blood games are over, you lost, now it's time to wend your way off set and homewards, and because this is a show thought up by cheating spouses and younger siblings and mothers-in law, you must obey them and keep your wits about you.
Being one of 100 people stuck away up on pikes, flesh eating bacteria ready to devour you,
you must cut open the sack you are in and jump through your own blood (just kidding, it's urine) (blood) (urine)
uhm, this sounded lots more disgusting in the dream.
How incredibly cruel and assholish can you be once you're fooled into thinking that your life is in danger?
And the more pitifully your fellow contestants scream before they die, convincing you it's all a fake and it's all right to (eg) cut off your own arm, "pee" away your blood, jump to your death.........
The uhm (ahem) , uh, more food delivery services you'll sell people on.
(OTG, time for my pain-pill.)
(Bye)
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