Slamming the door behind him, Thomas walked into the confessional with all the enthusiasm in the world, or not. He flinched at the smell of something foul as he sat on the only seat available, a toilet. "Low budget, huh?' He scoffed at the camera set in front of him. "Alright, so apparently I gotta tell you my first impressions so far? Or something like that. Don't know, don't care." He said, shrugging. "But one thing I know for sure is Im winning this. Or at least I won't go down without a fight. And Let's be real, there's going to be a lot of those here as long as I'm around". He leaned back in his seat before continuing. "As for the other contestents here... Don't really care for them. Well, obviously I care for the hot chicks. I mean seriously, have you seen them??" He laughed to himself. "Man, I'd make them all mine right now if I could. But... strategy is key, right? Gotta play by the rules, for now at least." He winked at the camera as he stood up. "Now if you excuse me, I have a life to attend to."