"Yul?" Becky called. But there was no Yul, not anymore. He was busy gallivanting through time and space meeting women and having them call him a doctor or something. But it was all she could do to try and play Survivor some other way, so far be it from her to tell people Yul had stopped talking to her. Teresa had told her she was Yul again, but Becky was getting disillusioned. She had made it this far with Yul's help, and wow, she was so proud that she made it this far.
If Hollywood had
taught her anything, it was totally fine to win a competition if you cheat all the way through, as long as you stop towards the end and win on your own. By golly, if Yul abandoned her, if cheating was not going to work for her, it was time to not cheat. She put on her big girl pants. Screw Yul, screw Teresa-Yul, she was going to whip up the mightiest fire ever seen on Survivor. Though she hadn't exactly done anything for the first 30 days. "Yul, what's a fire?" Try as she might, it's not like Becky knew what a fire was. They ran out of wood, coconut husks, flints, matches, gasoline, lighters, calling in a
second to make fire for them, until finally Becky's clothing accidentally scratched against itself and in the dark it caused a bit of a light spark in the darkness. Mistaking it for fire, Jeff called the challenge and declared Becky the winner. Damnit, Becky thought, she cheated again!
"Wait. I don't need Yul's help to cheat. That was the message these films and Yul was trying to teach me. The power to cheat...it was in me all along!"