*scene: Diary Room*
'Theeeees id Big Brother...Sandra...you are looking...ah... looking...um...I can see you are looking... how are you today?" Big Brother winces and squirms uncomfortably.
"Big Brother.. I ...ahh...I have a slight problem... I need a pair of forceps... or hockey stick tweezers..." says Sandra, hesitantly.
"Tweezers? You have tweezers Sandra. And I don't think your pubic hair is THAT coarse..." Big Brother begins. Sandra cuts him off quickly.
"No...no...it's not THAT...ahh... it's just...I haves something...ah ...oh gosh...STUCK" Sandra twists a strand of hair around her fingers.
"Stuck? Where...? OHHH... ahhhh.... shall we call the gynaecologist?" Big brother says gently.
"Gynaecologist?...Oh no...it's not stuck in my vagina Big Brother!" Sandra scolds him.
"Oh...well...then...why do you need such a big set of tweezers?" Big Brother asks, clearly relieved that he doesn't have to witness Sandra and her bearded glory in the flesh.
"Ok...so...I was missing Sam...so I kind of sniffed his shirt..." She started.
"Yes...go on...but I don't quite know where this is heading. How can you need tweezers for sniffing a shirt...?" Big Brother said in a slightly confused and bored tone. These housemates are soooooo first world in their woes!
"Well...I kind of inhaled a bit too deeply...and well... now his shirt is kind of stuck.... " Sandra explains, rubbing at the piece of material *just* visible inside her left nostril.
"Sandra....Big Brother bbbahhha... Bahhhhaaabig Brother..will....get back to yooouuuuahahahahahaha...That is all."