In the end it was just about the lower body, about the testicles, vulgo: about the sack and balls. Fabio couldn’t get his panties all the way up over his freshly showered butt and then one of his testicles stuck out. It was almost a relief that after the three big C’s – crises, controversies, fights – it was finally time to get down to business again.
Somehow Leyla got on board with it, but revealed herself to be underexposed when it came to egg technology, and said something about Lörres and the bag and that you can certainly turn the things dangling in them back and forth. In between, Mike intervened, a proven expert not only because of the ‘egg’ in the last name – and actually in the first name too – but he also couldn’t add much insight into the whole thing. Maybe the man was just too exhausted, because the beef with Kim Virginia that started out of nowhere had cost him energy.
In general, the major mental construction sites gave each other the polishing trowel on this fourth day. First of all, people were of course excited to see what Cora’s move out would entail. It turned out to be a relatively unspectacular sick note: she couldn’t deal with the smoke very well. Not everyone can be Vincent Raven, there are people who get problems when they inhale smoke.
Somehow it was also about a Corona boy who is supposed to have it not only behind the ears but also somewhere else, but in the end Cora coughed up the magic spell about getting out and was (scratchy) head over heels for ex- became a resident.
Even if the future ‘outside’, with her Corona Boy or someone else, is probably up in the air in the medium term, at least she will be spared such problems as the one between Mike and Kim for the time being. At first it looked like a relatively normal exchange of blows, then suddenly things began to fly and it was about Mike’s child, about the threat of the house being torn up and the nonsense that Mike had probably hidden from Kim that he was still living in his mother’s room. What a neat idea: Little Mike between the Diddel mice and the youth desk, in football bed linen and terry cloth pajamas. No wonder that Kim was somewhat on board, even if bringing Mike’s daughter into the game wasn’t a subtle move.
Furthermore, you hardly know which beef to continue with: the arguments between Sarah and Felix seem even more absurd than Mike and Kim – who at least carry around a bag full of shared history. They’re so impulsive and unconnected, it’s as if someone had stuck a task card in their waistband while playing therapy: Kinnings, now please. Seemed so moderately entertaining to be honest. With a solid reason, and if it’s the old children’s room, it’s much nicer to argue.
The subsequent beef between Kim and Leyla also offered little more enlightenment, which in turn annoyed Heinz Hoenig, who was mentally rather absent – I almost wrote it now, but somehow this text already has enough of this kind of sub-physical stuff – so on Cookie went so that he felt compelled to intervene, with the mild severity of a mature governess: “Just have a nice chat!”
The topic of health and body was also mentioned. First it was about David Odonkor’s knee, which had been operated on dozens of times, which ultimately led to the early end of his career, and about painkillers that football professionals took – “And nobody talks about that!” – take like lollipops. About Fabio’s hair, which smells like pickles and – hard topic break – about Leyla’s cancer diagnosis a few years ago. Her open words about the cervical disease and the resulting uncertainty about a possible pregnancy particularly touched Fabio, who almost became a little emotional in the consultation room: “I didn’t think Leyla was so profound!”.
What many people probably didn’t think was that Leyla is so suitable for heights. After the 0-point dilemma from the day before, she completed her jungle test, in which the highest star was hung at a height of 30 meters, with absolute confidence. The result: ten out of eleven stars and therefore delicious Happi-Happi. And – to her horror – the re-election to the jungle test, her third in a row.
Somewhere Larissa Marolt is smiling quietly to herself.
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