"Well that's just great! My precious equipment is everywhere!"
"Oh yeah, poor junk. It's not like I just fell or anything. Besides, it won't take long to pick everything up if you—"
"Minion, I command you to clean this mess you've made!"
"The mess I've made?!"
It was a non-episode day on Pahkitew Island. Due to the producers not wanting another Courtney lawsuit incident and to save money, they made Sunday and Monday designated days of rest for the contestants and film crew. For the islanders left after episode three, the day's activities included getting some extra sleep and healing from any injuries received while playing in one of Chris's cruel challenges. However, Max and Scarlett were spending their day-off arguing about yet another invention catastrophe.
Max's newest scheme was to create a spy robot whose sole purpose was to keep a closer eye on the opposing team. Being the brains, he naturally found it appropriate to send Scarlett out to retrieve electronic parts from the scrap pile that had been on the island since episode one. Though Max was certain that Scarlett was an adequate assistant, he did wish she wasn't such a klutz. While carrying the heap of possible bot parts back to their secret meeting spot in the woods, Scarlett fumbled over her own feet and fell, causing the junky fragments to scatter all over the ground in almost every direction. Though it was clearly the fault of Scarlett, Max was now having to deal with his exaggerating minion, with whom he was losing patience.
Scarlett, now fuming due to their argument, had a different interpretation. After being awaken no later than nine in the morning, Scarlett was forced by Max to basically go dumpster-diving. She would have told Max off at first if it weren't for the fact that a spying robot did sound like a useful tool to have. So for what felt like hours, she rummaged through the rusted, moldy, feces-smelling junk until she found enough electrical wires, miniature camera parts, and metals that would be decent enough to create Max's first ideal invention. Unfortunately for Scarlett, Max still expected her to do all the labor, making her carry an almost two-foot high pile of scraps in her arms. Though Scarlett was tall, the pile's height impaired her vision enough for her to not see a root protruding out of the ground. When she realized her foot caught the root, her face was already against the soft earth. Luckily, the only injury she gained was two small scrapes on her palm equivalent to paper-cuts, but instead of showing concern; unluckily, Max immediately began to accuse her of being clumsy and was now ordering her to clean-up the mess herself.
"There's no need for that tone," Max sternly scolded. If his various Saturday morning cartoon marathons taught him anything, it was that a villain must always be in control and strict so their sidekick can identify and learn from their mistakes. He knew Scarlett was probably lashing out due to her embarrassment of falling in front of him (his mother said women could be quite sensitive about such things), but that didn't mean she could be excused from facing the reality of her actions.
"My tone? Oh, so you're my Dad now?" Scarlett was now sitting up and dusting dirt off her skirt. She could barely look at Max without scowling up at him. How dare he talk down to her! She knew he had issues making friends, but that didn't mean he had a right to be so demeaning towards her.
"Are you sassing me? Oh, that is it! I'll give you one more chance. Apologize at once and clean up this mess, or I won't let you assist me with my great invention."
"Apologize to you?!" Scarlett gritted her teeth in frustration. She shot up from the ground, and purposely leaned over Max to tower over him. "Well, until you apologize to me, you can clean up this crap yourself!" With a low growl, she stomped off in the opposite direction, kicking away some of the fallen materials as she passed.
Max, dumbfounded by Scarlett's outburst, soon collected his senses and let out a deep shy. While picking up the scraps, he shook his head in dismay. It's times like these that reminded him how hard it was being an evil genius. Poor, delusional sidekick. She's just having a woman-moment. She'll be back apologizing once she's cooled down.