The smart idea for me to win here is to join Matt and vote off Tim. But, Tim will win immunity. And, we really are a team, you know. No one would have done the shit I did for him. I learned that my best strategy is to let the power struggle commence and go sit at the bar and wait. Sit and wait upon the Lord. Haha. I don't like to get my hands dirty. Yes, win immunity for me. Yes, back stab for me. Yes, lie for me please. I am a creepy old man with a Mexican pool boy.
I point and expect the report to be put on my desk by Monday. I can't control the game. I can't put that throne to good use. But, I can elect the leader. Go watch The Manchurian Candidate. They created the perfect president and had him do their bidding. They got to sit at the bar while the world went to hell. I knew Tim would be the perfect ally. He was my star player. He was my best employee. He was my STAR, and I was his manager. All these bitches wanted to do what Tim did, but didn't. I got to him first and forced my business card down his throat. And as a result, we've become best friends. And, I pray we can go to the end together. So, who will get the credit for the win? The director or the producer? The artist or the manager? The player or the coach?