I am chorizo island, I lay somewhere between Morocco and Atlantis.

I'm sorry. But if I was, I would be a luchador with a coconut for a mask who calls himself Cocoloco and runs around the island yelling "¡Andale anlale Cocoloco a la rescate!"

Zersch told me that he would be an iron lung patient that makes other people purposely lose to him because they would feel sorry and would win tribal council by uttering a few words in pain.