For a task this difficult, you need someone whose pleasant blandness can sell the fact that billions of mind-melded Others are going to be slurping down their liquified neighbors and there's nothing the dozen or so conscious and unchanged people can do about it. You need someone whose energy is that of an enthusiastic golden retriever, whose aura is a turquoise blend of compassion and comprehensibility, and whose dimples are as pleasantly textured as warm focaccia.
My new rule is that if you hear the word "strong" after a tribe name, it's going to be a boring season, and Survivor 49 has become as predictable as Jeff Probst's wardrobe choices. It started with the decimation of Kele, the weakest of the three tribes. Ever since, the two remaining Kele members have been floating under the radar (paging the Tika Three) while the two dominant tribes take shots at each other.