So, now Tacheles: Does this season now have what it takes to the Supercamp? Room, made. Anyone who is already quenching for supposedly lacking confusion has no idea how such a highly complex jungle camp organism works. Experienced IBES friends, on the other hand, enjoy this early, quietly bubbling fermentation process, in which the campers creep around each other like seemingly toothless predators, but in truth they look exactly who is the weakest antelope or Gisele in the herd.

What about Yotta Vs. Currywurst man? On Day Two, Yotta's tactical advantages are clear: The passionate pumper uses his years-old blued muscle to inflate his oystercatcher in front of his opponent - and the CWM willingly bounces over any outraged indignation stick that you might think he's spending a bit on a lot of time on Twitter.

Best Move by Yotta: He moves on CWM's sleeping berth so close to the enemy, that can be reflected in its shiny glossy skin. Speaking of which, what kind of a mysterious goo is that with which the Yotta always seems to anoint the whole corporeal body before the morning visit by the moderators? Did he bring a vat of milking fat or is this the body's own ego whey extracted from his Miracle Morning?

How did the exam go? Fad. Gisele was supposed to collect stars in various animal-filled chambers, but remained frozen most of the time in a strange, surprisingly tearless paradox of indifference and hysteria. "Oh, my goooot!", She commented every rat, cockroach, crab and actually enchanted somehow still five stars on the way. That was moderately entertaining, unfortunately, she has to go back today. In a better world, intelligent viewers would alternately send Yotta and CWM, until they finally get together - or smooch.

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"I'm a star ...": Dive into the camp

Animal Phobia of the Day I : A moth brings Gisele to the brink of a nervous breakdown, which does not surprise anyone who at the time witnessed her attested butterfly phobia on "Germany's Next Top Model". Domenico echauffierte the same time about the unsustainable flutter infestation: "It can not be that we have moths here in the meeting room!", He complained in the fact really not particularly hall-like jungle telephone board shed and can his hitherto secretive evening study at the Dr. med. Ortega Academy of Lightning Bulb Architecture no longer hide. How would he say so nice? Stone over it!

Animal Phobia of the Day II : The CWM is scared of a spider and keeps rocking until Yotta carries the animal silently and stoically away - around the frightened man with the flammable mind of a not properly cranked gas grill, then saying "So Chris, you're safe 'I saved you' to troll. "This is a pure provocative," outraged the CWM promptly in the most beautiful Dittsche dialect. On another occasion, Yotta told him he should just fuck his pug. Maybe even his whole pedigree!

Missed Hochkulturbeef : At home you get your hair in the face of this missed big opportunity. Why did the CWM throw the glove, which he had procured awkwardly for the spontaneous spider removal, Yotta after his Provo sentence not simply in the face, after classic feuds-glove manner, unfortunately badly put into practice? Sandra has another alternative idea: "Go on!" Let's hope that RTL recognizes the favor of the hour, combined glove and Hauen and finally usher in a new round of celebrity boxing with the two camp men.

Freudian bonus moment: Slowly it becomes a bit overpowering, how compulsively the self-proclaimed sausage man talks about excretions all the time. "Somebody birdie" from the team should come and take the spider away, he'll go straight now "in this crazy jungle phone" and his personal Miracle Morning he has, clearly: "the shit". Which is a bit funny, because Yotta's Strong-Hälzi-Energy-Early-Appeal, which he celebrates with escaping fellow campers, really reminds of a, sorry, circle of chairs.

Productplacement of the day : Gisele's book about a spurned love she has suffered for ten years, which she claims to "just" "write". If she's well-advised, she'll put it directly on the market as a self-barked audiobook. The key sentence of the work can already leaken directly: "I'm just sad, no."

Aluhut of the day : "My goal is that I eat today really pig artificially," said Evelyn still in fluent, arty Evelynish at the Yottaschen motivational maneuver - only a little later in a confidential conversation with Gisele quite fluidly and above all understandable about their tiresome Domenicover past to speak. A terrible suspicion germinates: Did she only trained the role of the permanently stupid Schwundhirn-Schnuckel after exhausting Ingrid-Steeger DVD self-education? But that would mean that the people in the camp are not authentic, and that would be nonsense.