The hamster gone died

Survivors, I regret to inform you that the energy source for your cooling droid has…well…expired. It has ceased to be. It’s gone to meet its maker. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. It’s a stiff. It’s pushing up daisies. It’s rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. It is…an ex-hamster.

Which of course means the droid no longer functions and you are forced to return to the balmy 110 degree in-the-shade temperatures.

Enjoy the rest of your stay.

Tribal Council #8

J.J.: Welcome back to tribal council, survivors.

As you know, Count Dooku here won the last challenge and as such, wins immunity from today’s vote.

Dooku rises and takes a bow, tipping his top hat to the other contestants.

Dooku: Thank you. Thank you, He addresses a silent crowd. I can honestly say I couldn’t have done it without you, or at least without the loan of some of your parts. Thank you.

J.J.: Right, well…it would be this time that I would tally up the votes. Except for two people have decided not to vote and as you know under the new rules, a non-vote is as good as a vote off.

So I will now randomly pick between the two the next person to be voted off…

…..and it is…..

Anakin

I’m sorry, Anakin. Would you please bring up your torch.

Anakin…the tribe has spoken.