Gigi is an Italian Hallodri, a macho braggart in front of the Lord, not the brightest candle on the cake, but with a huge, soft heart and a tongue that announces the unaffected truth: “They briefly stuck their tongues in a footballer” describes he the past of Verena and Claudia as table football lovers.
A man a word. And a fart. Because before Gigi plunges into the dollhouse of horror and fervently swears in Italian, rummaging for the stars between animals and animal waste, he massively interrupts the moderators Sonja and Jan during their explanations: with a rectal statement! “Did you just fart at us?” Jan radiates a touch (!) of bewilderment. Yes he has. “Sorry, it had to be, I pushed it away for two hours.”
In “doll horror” Gigi has fewer problems with the animals than with the knots with which the stars are attached. “Hey, man, you with your knots! I only recently learned how to tie shoes,” he whines loudly, but digs successfully: He gets five stars, Tessa controls two more. Makes a proud seven. When the announcement is made in the camp, Papis and Cosimo Citiolo start dancing with joy. Daddies: “Today we eat a cow!”
It won’t be a cow, but it will be a handsome kangaroo tail. But of course that doesn’t fit some people’s plates. “I don’t eat tails,” hisses Claudia and Tessa grumbles because “there’s little V in it” – six of the seven ingredients (monkey mushrooms, sprouts, yellow zucchini, red lucky clover, peaches and mustard cabbage) are gone! She doesn’t come to count. Because Gigi barked at the nerves (“Your voice gets on my nerves”), she pulls back into the jungle phone, moaning (“Fi .. you all!”) – and the others eat.
