You know it

"You know it's weird, I don't want to talk. Even after that speech
deprivation task. After all that time, all that duct tape. It's just
amazing that after going without communication for that amount of
time, I feel no urge to talk to anyone. Nope. Nobody. You'd think I'd
want to describe the experience with you all, but no. You all have to
do it... You all know the feeling. The feeling of going without
something for a long time and feeling an overwhelming need to get
that something back to make up for the time you went without. You
understand?" Zodar looked around. "Isn't anyone listening to me? I'm
trying to express myself. This is quite amazing. An amazing event in
the Big Brother house."
Tara leant over and whispered to him, "Chris, you've been talking non-
stop for quite a while now."
"What? Oh. Sorry. Guess I was wrong. Hey, that's what they are trying
to do! Trying to get us to talk forever! Big Brother IS devious,
indeed!"
Tara just glared at Zodar.
"Alright. I'll stop now."
Zodar, sitting on the couch, watched Keto's little game. Jay was
turning red underneath the tape; he was not going to be very
forgiving towards Keto when he was let out.
Zodar walked over to Keto.
"Keto, I think it would be better for everyone if you didn't do that."
"Do what?" Keto said, poking Jay again.
"That." Chris said, taking the broomstick away from him.
"You do realise that if I don't have the broomstick, I'll have to use
my foot and kick him. Continuously. Until he suffers internal
bleeding to a degree of which even one of MY ointments wouldn't cure."
Jay motioned to give Keto back the broomstick.
Zodar agreed.
He thought of it as an indirect way of getting revenge on Jay. But in
Zodar's book, revenge didn't include having the person lying on the
ground, throwing up blood, with duct tape covering the mouth, so the
blood came out his nose.
Poking was much nicer.