“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Mirage!” barked Tank, the retired UFC fighter. He was whittling a stick into a spear. “Stop moaning. You’re scaring the fish.”
“You idiot,” he snarled.
The producers had outdone themselves this season. No luxury swaps. No hidden snack stashes. Just olive trees, rocks, and a water bottle that tasted like copper and regret.
“What fish?” I shot back. “The last ‘fish’ we saw was a floating Nando’s wrapper from 2019.” i'm a celebrity... get me out of here greece season 21 brrip
Tank grabbed the map half. I grabbed the key.
In the distance, Tank was roaring. Dimi was crying about his crushed garlic supply. And somewhere in London, a million viewers were hitting download on the BRip, laughing at the pop star who found the escape hatch but couldn’t read the road home. “You’ve got to be kidding me
“I’m a celebrity… get me out of here,” I whispered for the fourteenth time that hour.