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puddin:
Episode 5
This week's execution was one of those "good news/bad news" deals for our fair Kristen.  The upside?  She made it out of Moleville virtually unscathed:  no ambulance rides, no hypothermia and no fruit projectile that smacked her upside her blonde melon.  On the down side, The Mole kicked her athletic and cerebral junk to the curb.  This took a lot of you by surprise:  watching your top suspect roll off in the Grim Reaper mobile.  For all, a finish to what turned out to be nothing short of a one-of-a-kind, if not legendary, episode in this show's history.  You ever heard of a mass, unified player revolt against one of their own?  Exactly.

And that was just part of this week's Mole Madness. 

It started out with "All for One."  The players found themselves literally linked together in what looked like a deleted scene on the "Escape from Alcatraz" DVD.  If you thought all those burning barrels were simply for cool effect and aesthetics, don't kid yourself.  Frigid temps had everybody freezing their Andes off.

Mark was the last player standing in the cold.  On most nights, I would've bet big dollars he would've been a lock, wasting no time unlocking himself, ignoring the exemption and bouncing over to join us for a fireside chat.  But after watching his wheels fall off during "Burn Journal Burn," I'd seen a major shift in his attitude.  Gone was the team player, high-strung coach and type-A personality.  Mark had seemingly sunk into a personal abyss, displaying a much darker persona.  Ultimately, he chose to put money in the pot but I know giving up that free ticket to the next round was a HUGE struggle for him.

You've heard the expression, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade?"  Well, apparently this show's creed has morphed into, "When life serves you a lemonhead ... DUCK!"

For a few minutes inside one of the show's vans, aka "the love machine," "The Lawyer" vs. "The Yonker" had a pay-per-view grudge match.  A Mendoza Citrus Smackdown.  Somebody hand me a strong lemon pisco sour, please.

Might be a mismatch in size.  Clay has him in height, weight and reach but Paul seems fairly scrappy.  I figure Paul'd be one of those cats not shy about jumping outside the ropes, into the screaming crowd for a metal folding chair, and then whacking anybody who got in his way right in the mug with it.  Unfortunately for Don King, this headbanger's ball never quite lived up to its much anticipated pre-fruit hype.   No ejection, and through it all, everyone seemed to overlook the condition of the individual most at risk:  lemonhead.

We go from Pulp Fiction, to a full-blown, no holds barred, "Mole Revolution."

Travelers final tally:  Zero dinero.  Strangely enough, they all seemed kind of proud they chose not to attempt the mission.  Correct me if I'm wrong here, but the players pulling the rip cord on the mission didn't burn anybody except themselves.  Did they make a statement?  Absolutely.  They proved by not even trying one step of the mission, they'd never know what offers I had up my sleeve.   They did however add a big fat $0 grand to the pot.  Congrats. 

Looks like the newly formed "Zero Heroes" were so blind with resistance and pride, they bought fully into the campaign to toss in the towel ... ultimately playing right into The Mole's dirty hands.  Did I say congrats?

Crash_hust:
dang it jon.... why didnt you at least tell US what you were going to offer. geez.

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