The Big Brother House had become a veritable minefield as Housemates stepped on bombs that ruptured and exploded in their faces, obliterating trust and destroying friendships. It was Housemate Hell and it had broken loose in the Lounge.
Travis, wiping the tears from his eyes, said that he had never been through anything quite like this before. The Mole Prediction had been the hardest thing he had ever experienced in the BB House. The Snap Evictions paled in comparison to the Mole Prediction process that had managed to turn Housemate against Housemate. Or, to be more precise, Housemate against Brigitte.
“Given the criteria we had,” Ben told Brigitte, “you fit the mole the best.”
“If you’re not the mole, we’re happy and you’ve made a fool out of us that’s good,” Terri consoled Bridge, “So long as we haven’t been made a fool out of the fake person and we all look like idiots …”
“It’s all worked out how I wanted anyway,” Brigitte shot back. “I said ‘everyone vote for me because I’m not the mole,’ and then everyone said ‘that’s what a mole would say.’”
“You’re a good actress if it’s you,” Terri accused.
Brigitte continued to defend herself by claiming that if indeed she was the mole, she wouldn’t be sitting on the couch.
“What do you think you’d be doing if you were the mole?” Terri asked Bridge.
“I’d be like ‘shit guys, you found me out because obviously Rima is about to come and tell you all I’m the mole.’” Brigitte explained.
“No,” Terri quipped, “because you’re not allowed to do that, Rima has to do it.”
“Shut up Terri, you mole!” Brigitte spat. “After this I’m not talking to you, you mole.”
“But she’s not the mole,” Alice reasoned.
“But she is A mole,” Brigitte emphasised.
“Brigitte!” Terri reprimanded. “Don’t be so nasty!”
“This is Big Brother. Housemates you are free to leave the Lounge,” Big Brother interrupted their banter. “Big Brother will call you back to the Lounge before Rima’s return. That is all.”
The Housemates dispersed from the Lounge but as the group disintegrated, Brigitte took a small measure of revenge, singing to whoever would listen: “You guys are so dumb! I’m the smartest person in here!”
“Definitely not,” Rory scoffed.
“What because you couldn’t choose anybody?” Bianca attacked Brigitte’s insult. “Real intelligent! Real decisive there Brigitte!”
“Yeah, that’s smart,” Rory said sarcastically.
“Why are you getting mad at me?” Brigitte screeched.
“Because you just f**king called us dumb!” Bianca yelled.
“You called me dumb a couple of weeks ago,” Brigitte whipped back.
Bianca fumed: “You call us dumb because we have a logical way of thinking!”
“Obviously it’s not logical if it’s wrong!” Brigitte pointed out the obvious and left the room in a huff.
“This is pissing me off hard,” Bianca fell silent and began to cry.
Rory suddenly changed his mind, deciding that it wasn’t Brigitte after all - it was Ben. Bianca changed her mind to Ben too. And then so did Travis. The mole chatter continued.
Outside, Brigitte had walked into another argument, Cherry and Alice who had settled down for a tanning session were now arguing heatedly, so much so that now not even the sun was necessary to get fried!
Alice was calling Cherry “sly” after he had told her that he thought the mole was Brigitte and then withdrawn his Mole Prediction at the last minute. Cherry was defending his position, denouncing what Alice as being completely false. Hot and bothered, Brigitte declared: “You both dogged me as friends, you’re both dogs.”
Rory had left the Lounge and was walking around the Backyard in circles – the Roaring Lion had clearly lost his roar. He ran his hands through his mane and continued to shake his head.
Bianca - crying, upset and emotional - was now being comforted by Ben: “It’s bullshit.”
And then B tired of the mind games, announced, “I really think that there isn’t a mole. And if that’s the case I’m going to leave … Brigitte’s so adamant that it’s not her and I don’t think that it’s her anymore … I feel dirty. I feel like I need to wash my clothes.”
Rory returned to find a shattered Bianca repeating to herself, “This is psychological torture. This is psychological torture. This is psychological torture.”
“I’m kind of glad I got this experience,” Rory said. “This is psychological torture,” Bianca moaned, “and it’s going to set me back in the real world!”
