This week the danger shop was done up to look like a tropical island, devoid of civilization. Save for the pre-programmed camera crews. But that just melted right on into the background, right?

"This week on... Survivor," Wade said in a deeper, radio announcer voice. "You'll be voting one of your classmates out of the class permanently."

One of the pre-programmed camera crew handed Vanessa a note. She read it and said, sotto voce to Wade, "Apparently we're still not allowed to do that."

"*BEEP*," Wade said, getting bleeped out in real time by the editing team. "Oh, c'mon. You get one *BEEP* in a PG-13 movie."

"We can't say *BEEP* now either?" Vanessa complained. "What kind of *BEEP*ing program is this? Uuuuugh. Okay, fine. Today you'll be voting one of your classmates off the island until the end of the class, I guess." Boring.

"This show *BEEP*ing sucks *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEEEEEP*," Wade said, making a series of complicated and vaguely offensive hand gestures to illustrate whatever point he was trying to make. It wasn't working too well.

Vanessa was handed another note. "Apparently we've used up most of the production budget for this week on beeping out the *BEEP*s. We have a *BEEP*ing production budget? Nobody told me about a *BEEP*ing budget! Okay, we have to issue you a challenge, I guess." They might have forgotten to plan this part.

"...*BEEP* me," Wade sighed, tossing his hands up. "I knew we shouldn't have programmed the movie magic side into this."

It really was a poor choice on their part.

"Okay, the challenge is to find food here so you don't slowly starve for our entertainment while the production team just watches dispassionately."

"And then vote who you're kicking off the island!" Vanessa said, and, after a moment of thought, added that, "It can't be us."