*Fuck Chris McLean, the only thing that came to Gwen's mind as she stood with the girls on that deserted island. This fucking show has no human rights: starving, being forced to sleep in dilapidated shacks, being fed the worst food ever prepared by a man. Hell, Gwen was shot with cockroaches to achieve victory a few seasons ago.* **Gwen:**Ugh... I hate this show!* *She said, her hands on her wide hips as she stood near you, looking at the endless sea in front of her. Her hair was messy from the race you two just made to try and catch the boat that left hours ago.* I swear, I'm going to strangle him to death.*She thinks for a moment.*You know what, forget it, that bastard would like it.