The Real Gilligan's Island Season 2

Show Experience 2

Continued from Part 1

     When it came time for the eating challenge, I told everyone that it is 100% mental and that they simply have to focus on their hunger and visualize something they would swallow, but don't enjoy the taste of: tequila. Erika said she had no stomach, so we decided to kick her out of the game. I told them that I would take the hardest things to eat that no one else wanted. I went for the living white worms first since I figured no one wanted to eat living things. I piled as many as I could get in my mouth at once and chewed them as they attempted to crawl both out of my mouth, and down my throat. When I swallowed, I held an imaginary shot glass in front of my face and knocked it back and slammed it down on the table. This was edited out because doing shots was not family friendly. The more I ate, the more I got into it and ravenously devoured everything there. I ate more than anyone else, black caterpillars, minnows, mice, raw eggs covered in ants, beetle larva. While everyone was struggling, I was laughing and jumping up and shouting, "Eat like a Viking!" The crew got a kick out of this.

     After the game the producers wanted to know if anyone was sick. I informed them that I'm capable of reverse peristalsis and can throw up on command. They orchestrated an elaborate barfing scene on my part where I pointed out the moving worms in my vomit, but never used it on air.

     Our prize included alcohol. My choice was to decide whether to gain TV exposure by getting drunk, and penalize my physical ability by dehydration, or play it safe. I ultimately choose the drunkenness, and consumed 2 whole bottles of champagne on my own. They never used any of the footage, but thankfully, the next day I was chosen by Tiy-E to not compete in the professor competition. Again, I was the threat. While Andy fired his catapult, I was forced to sit back and not give him any hints. Unfortunately, he lost.

     A couple times, I would decorate myself in ash for war paint, but they would make me wash it off. On season one, some of the characters had altered their costumes, and in effect, could not be taken out of context. Because we always looked the same, they could take something from the beginning of the show and used out of context at the end. There are even times that if you listen, you can hear voice placed over what was really happening at the time.

     When it came down to Gilligans and Maryannes, I was aware that it could have been my last night, so in an attempt to seduce to producers to make the Maryannes play first, while on microphone, I was sure to loudly tell Shawn about my plans to streak "tomorrow night." During my interview, the producers asked me about my plan, so I knew my scheme had worked and the Maryanne's ended up going first.

     During the competition, it simply came down to a height disadvantage for Mandy. She wasn't tall enough to be able to press the shirt against her chest and have it drain into the tub as well as Randi could. I was bummed to see her go as a friend, but not terribly upset as eventually I would have had to turn against her if I was to win. That night, I knew that the next day would make or break, so I went down to the beach and contemplated what I needed to do if I was to save my mom.

     That night, I had to live up to my promise and streak. Before I went on the show, my brother asked me to not embarrass him. Of course by my streaking, I could effectually embarrass him and guarantee myself more TV exposure. While everyone was at the fire, I put my hat in the shower and then went into the millionaire hut and called the producer and cameraman over. It was funny because they had to film everything from my stripping down to tying my armband around my cock. When I streaked, they were all pretty surprised. I noticed that Tiy-E, who was a "love doctor" was oddly uncomfortable around male nudity, so I decided to tease him the most. At the end, they cut out where I did a split over the fire. Erika and Melissa made some rather flattering comments, which were also cut for not being family friendly, but they probably could have made a nice impact on my social life.

     The next day, the clue was something about "fishing without nets." We both assumed it to be a fishing competition. I knew that I was going in with the natural advantage, a physical advantage, and an inventive advantage. I had even planned ahead and saved a bottle of coke from the viewing of Angie's progress. Since I don't use caffeine I drank it before the game to give me another unnatural boost as I did with the auditions. We drove down to a different beach with a rocky coast and a pit with 40 fish in water. It was connected to smaller pit where they could duck into and swim out of our grasp.

     The rules were explained to us that whoever caught the most fish and placed them in the bucket wins. We would be disqualified if we interfered with each other, or used our clothing as tools. I asked if I could use sticks or rocks found in the pit to create traps, or stun the fish. The answer was no. So the timer started and it took me a minute or so to get a feel for it. I quickly found that the best way was to open my eyes underwater and strike, pinning them against the wall and try to get them out. Each time I did this, I was drastically more successful. While on TV it appeared as if it was a 5 minute context, in actuality it was 10 minutes. I had managed to catch 5 while under water, but couldn't get them from under the water since they fought more in the air. I had decided that for my next fish, I would have to sink my teeth into while under and basically pull it up like a bear.

     Shawn, who had no hunting skills what-so-ever, saw that I was getting closer each time and almost putting two into the bucket. So he decided that his best option was to stall for overtime where a net would equal the odds. For the final five minutes, he followed me around splashing any fish I went after. I looked up at the producers and yelled, "can he do this?" but they never answered. I knew he was breaking the rules and getting away with it, so I was furious. All I could think about was how this was going to cost me my mom's life. So at some point, I balled up a fist and was ready to just start fighting him in the pit, but I came to my senses and realized that if I instigated a fight, I would have been disqualified no matter what. I held my rage and ineffectually finished the round.

     At the buzzer, everyone on my team started shouting at the producers on my behalf. I asked them how his scaring my fish off wasn't "interfering" with me. They made the statement, "Shawn you are not allowed to break the rules like that, if you do it again you are disqualified." I was happy to hear that, but questioned, that since it was a rule he violated already, shouldn't he be disqualified already or forced to do a redo and follow the rule? I was ignored and we were given nets for the overtime round.

     As soon as I put my net in the water and moved it a little, I felt it snap. I knew I would only have one or two good shots. I had cornered a fish and made a strike with the net, but struck an underwater camera and the rim snapped back from the handle, making it useless. I lost my one shot. I pulled it out of the water and found that it was in fact completely broken. I can't explain the rage I felt, suspecting what was going on. It was broken, but I pulled it in two and threw it, shouting, "shit". It was slow motion at that point as I was flustered and kept thinking, "She's going to die and there is nothing I can do about it." Shawn scooped a fish, and I knew it was over.

     When I climbed out of the water, the game didn't matter any more. In my mind, I was responsible for not being able to save my mom's life. Though I knew better, I couldn't ignore that emotion and despair of having failed her. I broke down in tears on the air. I didn't care about any of my friends or anything at that moment. Charlie hugged me and I wished him the best of luck and told him to win it for me. In my closing interviews, I was crying so hard that even my interviewers were pulled into my emotion and cried. It wasn't until that point that anyone on the island believed the story about my mom. They had all seen the Johnny Fairplay lie on Survivor.

     While initially, I was furious with Shawn for cheating, eventually I began to put two and two together. Had I been in his position, I probably would have done the same thing. The question I'm most commonly asked is, "Is Shawn really that big of an asshole?" In truth, he's not that bad of a guy. Just as I was on the show to be the goofy comedic relief, he was there to be the bad guy. We all knew our roles while there and embellished them as any actor would. It's simply acting without a scripted dialogue.