"Last time on Total Drama Nations!" Damian said at the edge of the dock for the recap. "Our campers were given a Total Drama quiz show. Some knew their stuff, some didn't and some just flat out quitted to spite others. But Abdi's 'questionable' methods gave his team immunity. Carmen began the formation of a second alliance and, due to being considered obnoxious and flighty by his team, Yotam was voted off. What do I have in store for our campers, today? And who will be sent packing? Find out now on Total. Drama. Nations!"

Makoto was sitting in the boys cabin, reading a book. Hans soon came in, Anna following.

"Guten Tag, Makoto." Hans greeted, Makoto simply glared at him.

"Are you sure about this?" Anna asked warily.

"Yes, I'm sure. So, how are you?"

"I'm trying to read. You know, what I'm sure you can't even do…" Makoto growled.

"...Anyways. How'd you like to join an alliance with me?"

"Why would I do that?:

"Well, for one. We have a common enemy. That preachy b****, Emma."

"...I'm listening."

"As two of the smartest competitors on our team, we could use our combined intellect and my already strong alliance to take her out in a snap!"

"You know what? Fine. But on one condition."

"That is?"

"After Emma is gone, we WILL be getting rid of the goddamn Chinaman!"

"You have my word. Although, he will be voting with us."

"Pff. Figures. He's f***ing spineless…"

"Alright. Well thank you. I'll be seeing you." Hans and Anna left the cabin. Hans then noticed Rosa sitting by a tree. He walked up to her.

"Hey Rosa. Want to join my alliance?"

"Sure, whatever." Rosa said flatly.

"Alright, cool. See you later. C'mon, Anna." Hans and Anna walked off, leaving Rosa by herself again.

In the bushes, Andres and Jacob were watching Rosa.

"Dude, I'm so nervous! What do I say?" Andres said warily.

"Tell her some of your funny jokes, bro. She'll love them." Jacob said, grinning. "Now, go!"

Andres nervously walked over to Rosa.

"H-hola." He said, his voice shaky.

"Hm? Oh, hello." Rosa replied.

"Um...How'd you like to hear a joke?"

"Sure, whatever."

Andres quickly started flipping through his joke book. "Wh-why are ghosts bad liars? Because you see right through them! Hehe…"

"Hm...okay…"

"Oh...uh….What has four legs but can't walk? A chair!"

Rosa simply shrugged.

"I...uh...I gotta go...adios!" Andres then quickly ran back into the bushes.

"Brobeans, what was that?! You were shaking like a f***ing leaf!" Jacob said.

"I don't know, dude! I panicked!"

"Eh, whatevs. We'll work on it. I'll get you your girl. You may not have the looks, but you have the charm. And besides, chicks love Mexican dudes."

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Andres: Yeah...I have kind of a crush on Rosa...Can you blame me? She's gorgeous! I'm normally never this nervous around anyone. But her...oh dios mio...What am I going to do? I'm just glad Jacob is able to help me out. Judging by him and Débora, he at least knows a thing or two about attracting girls.

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Emma was sitting by the campfire pit with Da, talking to him

"Da, I'm really worried about you. You're constantly getting pushed around by that vile boy Makoto." Emma explained. "I know it sounds rude and blunt, but you need to stand up for yourself."

"O-okay, I will. I promise." Da said shakily.

Hans soon walked up to the two, Anna following.

"Hello Anna." Emma said, smiling. She then looked up at Hans and scowled. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just gonna borrow your friend here. Da! Follow me! Now!" Hans said.

"Gah! Y-yes sir!" Da screeched, following the two blondes.

"But wait! Ugh…" Emma sneered and remained sitting. Olivia soon walked up and sat next next to her.

"G'day, Emma!" Olivia said cheerfully.

"Hi, Olivia." Emma replied.

"Something wrong?"

"Yes. This team. Heck, this whole game has such awful people in it. Why can't there be a season where everyone is nice? Or at least mostly nice and the awful ones get their just-do right away?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm talking about how Da is being treated. He's a fragile boy and people are taking advantage of him because of it."

"Do you have a crush on Da or something?"

"No. I just feel so bad for him."

"Oh...I may have a crush on someone though."

"Oh really? Who is that?"

"Well….It's Dmitri! He's just so cool and calm and muscley! You won't tell anyone will you?"

"You have my word." Emma smiled warmly.

"Yay! Thank you! Do you...um...think you could help me out with...you know? Trying to get him to like me back?"

"I'd love to help you."

Carmen, Sadaf, and Isaiah were sitting in the girls cabin.

"So, let me guess. We should vote for Andres if we lose because he's fat?" Sadaf said.

"It's not because he's fat. It's because he's bad at challenges. Plus he's annoying." Carmen replied.

"I think, if we vote off one of the fat ones, it should be Gloria. At least Andres tries to keep the team's spirits up." Isaiah said.

"Yeah, and morale is really important in the pre-merge. We can always ditch him in the merge. Gloria just tries to take our pocket change like a filthy beggar." Sadaf added.

"NO! I mean...C'mon. Who would you rather deal with? Andres and his crappy jokes? Or Gloria and her constant haggling?" Carmen asked.

"Andres." Both Isaiah and Sadaf replied.

"Okay, whatever. I'm gonna go get ready for the challenge. That way, we won't have to bicker about this." Carmen left the cabin. She soon approached Gloria and Jafari.

"You know, this waiting for you s*** is aggravating…" Gloria grumbled.

"Shut up. So you both know we're voting for Andres tonight, if we lose. Right?" Carmen said.

"For sure…"

"I still don't think you're making the smartest decision, here. Why get rid of someone like Andres when we get rid of someone like Sadaf, who's mean and in a small alliance, Débora, who does nothing or Jacob, who does nothing and is a jerk?" Jafari explained.

"Because shut up. We're voting for Andres. Got it?" Carmen said sharply.

"But still, I think-"

"End of discussion." Carmen then walked off.

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Jafari: Carmen isn't actually the most lenient person in this game. But, I'm more booksmart than strategic, so maybe she knows what she's doing. I just don't think Andres is the best choice, right now. Andres is cool.

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Carmen: Like I've said. The first thing you need to do in this game is get rid of those that are dead weight. And Andres is dead weight. Once that's gone, you go for alliances, then challenge threats. Jafari is an idiot when it comes to this game. If he wasn't in my alliance, he'd be a late pre-merge boot, for sure.

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Mustafa was sharpening one of his knives, Lacey sitting next to him.

"Do you think I should talk to Thema again?" Lacey asked.

"I don't know. She seems like a lost cause." Mustafa added. "I've known girls like her. But with weapons. It's not pretty."

"I just know there's some good in her. There's good in everyone, I believe."

"Even that angry Asian kid?" Mustafa chuckled.

"Yes, Mustafa. Even him." Lacey playfully punched the large man in the arm.

"Well, you can talk to her if you want. Just be careful."

"Attention campers!" Damian shouted over the loudspeaker. "It's time for your next challenge!"

"If we win the challenge, I'll try to talk to her." Lacey said.

"Yeah, that sounds like it would be the best plan." Mustafa added, smiling.

The remaining campers met Damian at a large field.

"Good morning, everyone." Damian greeted. "As all of you may know, football, or soccer is the most popular sport in the world."

"Pfft! Soccer's gay, though!" Jacob spat. "Want a real sport? Baseball, hockey, football, basketball. Just, anything but soccer!"

"Wow! We're not giving into your American bulls***, so all of a sudden we're idiots! That makes sense!" Thema snarled.

"You wanna go? I'll throw down right now!"

"Anyways." Damian interjected. "Today's challenge will be a simple game of football. The team that makes it to three goals first wins. The losers will be sending someone home. We'll start in a few minutes."

Débora grabbed Jacob's arm. "Hey, how about we skip this challenge?" She said lustfully.

"Sounds good to me, babe." Jacob grinned as the two left the field.

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Abdi: Oh crap. Why do we have to keep doing athletic challenges? Ugh. Well, I can always bend the votes again, if my team loses.

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Andres sat on the ground looking at Rosa with a mix of longing and sadness.

"Hm. Maybe if I do well in the challenge, she'll notice me." He said to himself.

"Hey! Do you need a boost?" Gloria said, a wicked smile on her face.

"Are you coming onto me?" Andres asked.

"What? No! Ugh! I'm selling experimental energy drinks. They'll help you do well in the challenge and help you get your girl."

"Hm...Sure! How much?"

"How much do you have?"

"Is 'shut up and take my money' an acceptable answer?" Andres shoved a handful of cash at Gloria.

"Perfectly acceptable. Pleasure doing business with you." Gloria tossed a small vial of green liquid at Andres.

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Gloria: I was originally gonna sell steroids. But I have no clue where to find a good dealer. Right now, the only drugs I'm able to sell are marijuana and those chocolate creme cookies. I've heard that those are more addicting than any drug.

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"Did I hear that you were selling energy drinks?" Abdi asked.

"Yes. Why? Want to buy one?" Gloria smirked.

"Yes! Yes please! How much?"

"How much do you have?"

"I don't have much. Here." Abdi handed Gloria a small handful of coins. Gloria, in return, handed Abdi a vial.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Gloria snickered.

"Thank you!" Abdi quickly drank the green liquid.

"It takes a little bit to kick in, but you'll feel it. And from what I've seen, it does different things to different people."

Khalid paced around the field and talking to himself.

"Alright. Time to show your team that you're not useless. You've been drifting in the background, that'll for sure piss people off. Time to show them your skills!" He said to himself in a slightly determined manner.

"Khalid! Get over here!" Clara shouted.

"HEY! I'M-" Khalid took a deep breath "...Okay. I'm coming."

"Alright. I want everyone out there to show that team what we're made of." Clara announced to her teammates.

"Why should we listen to you? You're an idiot…" Makoto said icily.

"...Anyways. I don't want any screw ups or laziness." Clara glared at Khalid, then Rosa.

Khalid clenched his fists.

"So, who's ready to win?!"

"I am ready for challenge!" Dmitri shouted.

"YAHOO! Let's do this!" Olivia added.

"That's the spirit!" Clara said.

Meanwhile, Isaiah had the Nile team huddled.

"We're gonna get out there, we're gonna be workin' hard, and we're gonna win. Got it?!" Isaiah said. "Andres, you're gonna be the goalie. Thema, Mustafa, Jafari, and I will be offense. Everyone else make sure the ball doesn't get to Andres!"

"Just leave this s*** to me! I'm gonna pummel those losers into the dust!" Thema growled.

"Campers! The game is about to start!" Damian said over a megaphone.

The Mesopotamia stood on the left side of the field, the Nile on the right.

"Alright! Who wants to be up for the coin toss?" Damian asked.

"Me!" Isaiah and Clara said in unison. They both walked up to the center of the field.

"Call it in the air!" Damian flipped a coin upward.

"Heads!" Isaiah shouted.

The coin landed back in Damian's hand. "Tails. Mesopotamia gets the kickoff."

Damian and Chef sat in lawn chairs outside of the field. Chef then blew a whistle and the game began. Clara swiftly kicked the ball to the Nile side. Thema stopped it with the side of her foot and began charging to the Mesopotamia side, volleying the ball with her feet. About halfway, she ran directly into Dmitri, who, in turn, delivered a mighty kick to the ball. Clara managed to stop it and headed towards the Nile goal, Mustafa and Isaiah chasing after her. Andres watched as Clara and the two darker skinned men kicked the ball back and forth. He soon reached into his pocket, pulled out the vial he received from Gloria and chugged the green fluid.

"Hm...Tastes like I might vomit…" Andres said. Soon, he began to twitch. His entire body began to spaz out. Clara was getting closer and delivered a powerful kick to the ball, it headed straight for the net. Andres's shaking stopped and he swiftly caught the ball mid-air. Andres tossed the ball back into the field. Isaiah started kicking it to the Mesopotamia side before passing it to Thema. She managed to swerve through most of the team. She seen was soon being chased by Dmitri. She quickly stopped and delivered a swift kick to the large man's groin. He fell over, wincing.

"Agh...My turnips…" Dmitri groaned.

"Hey! That was uncalled for!" Emma shouted from the Mesopotamia net.

"Do you think I give a damn?" Thema spat. Just then, Khalid knocked the girl over and started kicking the ball towards the Nile side of the field. Thema quickly got up and soon began chasing after Khalid.

"Get back here, you sandy little s***!" She screamed.

Khalid gritted his teeth and kept heading for the Nile goal, narrowly dodging people attempting to take the ball from him. Before he could make it to the goal, Thema leaped on him, causing him to fall over. She repeatedly punched him in the head.

"GET OFF!" Khalid shouted. He got up, knocked Thema over and began punching her. Thema shook the boy off of her and the two soon were fighting on the field, exchanging punches and kicks.

While Khalid and Thema were in their violent frenzy, Isaiah managed to get the ball and started charging towards the Mesopotamia goal. Abdi was standing on the field, worried. He soon felt a stinging sensation in his stomach, he clutched it in pain. But it soon disappeared. He attempted to stop Isaiah, but was knocked over and vomited the bright green liquid he ingested earlier.

"Oh my goodness!" Emma exclaimed. "Are you okay, Abdi?" Emma ran over to the boy, helping him up.

"Yeah...I-" Abdi puked again.

"Damian! Abdi's sick! He can't participate!"

"NO! No...I can still keep going…"

"Hey, dumb b****, get to the goal!" Clara shouted at Emma.

"Hey! I'm trying to help someone! That's-"

"GOAL!" Daman shouted. "First point goes to the Noble Nile!"

Isaiah walked back over to the Nile said, smirking. Thema glared at him, battered and bruised.

Clara walked up to Emma. "What the hell?!" She screamed.

"Sorry that I was trying to help a sick boy!" Emma spat back.

"And you! Stop puking and actually start playing!" Clara slapped Abdi in the back of the head.

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Emma: If we lose, Clara's going home tonight. She may be good at challenges, but I hate her awful behavior…

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Abdi: Well, looks like we're not winning this… Whatever. If we don't, I can at least get rid of Clara. And with Emma seeing me as this poor innocent victim, I'd say I have her in the palm of my hand.

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"Since they got the point, Nile starts with the ball." Damian said.

Isaiah starting kicking the ball to the Mesopotamia goal, Mustafa running close to him. Isaiah passed the ball to Mustafa as he charged for the goal. As he approached the net, Olivia slid under Mustafa, knocking the ball away from him.

"Hey, Dmitri!" Olivia shouted as she kicked the ball in his direction. Dmitri managed to keep the ball in between his feet as he darted towards the Nile side of the field, Isaiah and Mustafa right behind him. The large Russian managed to plow through or swerve past anyone who attempted to take the ball from him. He kicked the ball hard towards the net, but Andres, still in the effects of the energy drink managed to catch it.

"There we go!" Isaiah cheered.

"Way to go, fatass!" Clara shouted.

"STOP cheering for the other team!" Makoto hissed.

Mustafa received the ball and headed for the Mesopotamia goal, Jafari following, but not before Carmen tripped up Dmitri, causing him to fall over. Dmitri glared at the girl, who simply grinned back. Clara darted at the two boys, attempting to take the ball. In their huddled fumbling, the ball rolled away from them. Khalid began kicking the ball to the other side of the field. Jafari, Mustafa and Clara all began running in the same direction. As he neared the goal, Thema attempted to stop Khalid. The boy punched her hard in the stomach, causing her to fall onto her knees. She quickly got up and charged at the boy once more. Khalid delivered a swift kick to the ball towards the net. But, once again, Andres managed to keep it from getting in.

"Ha! Failed again, kid!" Thema jeered at Khalid. In a fit of rage, Khalid knocked over Jafari, who had the ball, and kicked it hard at Andres. The ball hit him square in the face.

"Ouch! Stick to tomatoes and shot glasses." Andres groaned, with a slight chuckle.

"And that's one for the Majestic Mesopotamia!" Damian announced. "They start with the ball. Next point wins!"

Dmitri quickly started moving the ball between his feet. He then passed in to Olivia, who zipped down the field. Close to the net, Jafari was looking at the approaching Mesopotamia campers and making calculations in his head. He got into position and, as Olivia was a decent distance from him, Jafari swerved around her and managed to kick the ball away from her. It rolled to Sadaf, who kicked it to Mustafa. Mustafa began running it down to the Mesopotamia net, the remainder of the team trying to stop him, except Rosa, who just stood there and Abdi, who was still in mild pain. Mustafa delivered a powerful kick towards the net. Emma ducked in fear and the ball landed in the net.

"And tonight's immunity goes to the Noble Nile!" Damian announced.

The Nile campers started cheering.

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(Cheering can be heard from outside. Débora and Jacob are kissing.)

Débora: Do you hear that?

Jacob: Yeah. I think the game is over.

Débora: Should we go check who won?

Jacob: Hm...Nah.

(The two go back to kissing.)

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The teams began walking away from the field.

"So do you still think Andres is dead weight?" Jafari asked Carmen.

"That was just a fluke, I swear." Carmen replied.

"Actually that was me." Gloria said.

"What?! What did you do?!"

"I gave him this weird experimental energy drink. He paid me quite a bit for it. He's trying to impress some chick on the other team."

"Well stop. We need to make Andres look like a worthless sack of crap."

"Again." Jafari added. "I still don't think-"

"Nobody cares what you think." Carmen said coldly.

Lacey and Mustafa were walking. Lacey looked at Thema.

"I'm gonna try talking to her again." Lacey said, heading closer to Thema. "Hey, Thema. You did really well out there."

"Shut up and leave me alone before I shove my fist into your pretty little mouth and leave your toothless. I'm in no mood..." Thema growled. Lacey slowed her pace, so Thema walked ahead of her and Mustafa caught up.

"I take it that didn't go all to well?" Mustafa said.

"Nope…" Lacey said.

"She's sharp tongued. And I know sharp." Mustafa chuckled.

Meanwhile, Clara was yelling at her team.

"You're all pathetic! The f***ing fat dude did better than most of you!" Clara screamed. "You two did nothing the whole time!" She pointed to Rosa and Da.

"Okay, sorry." Rosa said without a hint of emotion.

"I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" Da shrieked.

"Sorry doesn't cut it! You two! Ten laps around the island! Now!" Clara commanded.

"I don't want to do that." Rosa replied.

"Do you think I care?! And then there's you, pukey!" Clara pointed to Abdi.

"Well, maybe if you were more considerate and not so mean, we could've won." Emma said sternly.

"How about you shut up, coward!? The only ones here who actually did jack s*** were Khalid, Dmitri, Olivia and I!"

"Oh really? Thanks." Khalid said, surprised.

"Shut up."

Khalid clenched his fists and scowled.

Hans met up with his alliance in the boys cabin.

"So, it's settled. We're going to vote for Emma tonight." Hans said.

"Y-yes sir…" Da whimpered.

"Sure, that's fine with me." Rosa said.

"Yeah! Let's get rid of that blonde hating meanie!" Anna added.

"I still think we should ditch Clara." Makoto argued. "She adds nothing to this team. She's a moron who encourages the other team and yells at us constantly. I loathe that ginger b****, but I think we need to get rid of Clara. She's just a shouty little cancer."

"We'll go for her next. We need to get rid of Emma as soon as possible." Hans said. "Clara is good at challenges, we could use that."

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Hans: I am hell bent on getting rid of Emma and getting rid of her now. That is, unless she's not the slimy rat that rigged the votes last time. If that's the case, if I find out who it is, they're erledigt.

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Emma and Olivia were sitting in the mess hall. Olivia was eyeing Dmitri, who was eating dinner.

"I don't know…" Olivia said, worried.

"C'mon, you'll be fine." Emma replied with a smile. "Just go. Talk to him. You've done it before."

"Okay, I'll try." Olivia then walked up to Dmitri. "G'day, Dmitri!"

"Hello, Olivia." Dmitri continued eating.

"It sucks that we have to vote someone off tonight, right?"

"Da." Dmitri swallowed a large mouthful of food. "It is bad that we lost challenge. But at least small yelling girl made sure to say you and I did well. We should stick together in challenges. I am very strong. You are very fast. This sounds good?"

"That sounds great!" Olivia smiled brightly. "Who do you plan on voting for?"

"Angry Japanese boy. He always calls me stupid."

"Sounds good. He IS a meanie! I'll go tell Emma!" Olivia walked back over to Emma.

"So? How did it go?" Emma asked.

"Well, I didn't screw up!" Olivia said happily. "Also, we should vote for Makoto tonight. Dmitri is going to."

"I don't know. Clara is being really rude."

"C'mon, pleeeeeaaase?"

"...Alright. I greatly dislike Makoto, too. So it's fine."

"Mesopotamia! It's time to vote! Please head to the firepit!" Damian said over the loudspeaker.

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Olivia: If Dmitri and Emma are voting for Makoto, so am I! (Olivia placed a slip of paper that read 'Makoto' into the ballot box.)

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Rosa: I guess I'm voting for Emma. Whatever. (Rosa placed a slip of paper that read 'Emma' into the ballot box.)

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Abdi: Alright. Looks like Clara is going home tonight. (Abdi began to unscrew the top of the ballot box. As he reached for his slips of paper reading 'Clara', the ballot box fell off of his lap and onto the floor, the slips spilling everywhere.) Oh no... (He began to pick them up, causing his own slips to fall onto the floor, as well.)

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The ten Mesopotamia campers were waiting for Abdi to finish voting.

"What's taking him so long?" Clara groaned.

"Hm...I'll be back." Hans said, heading towards the confessional. He approached the outhouse and knocked on the door. "Abdi? Are you almost done in there?"

"Uh, yeah. Hang on. Almost done!" Abdi said from inside.

From inside the confessional, Hans could hear the ballot box drop again.

"S***!" Abdi spat.

"Need help in there?" Hans asked.

"Nonononononono. I'm fine...Hehe…"

"...Let me in...Right now." Hans began tugging on the handle.

"No! Don't come in! I'm using the bathroom!"

"Let me in!" Hans tugged on the handle, the door swung open, hitting Hans and knocking him over. He got up and saw Abdi fumbling with the ballot box and slips of paper. "It's you! You're the rat!"

"Please don't tell anyone! I've been so scared about being voted off that I've been...bending the votes…" Abdi said, shakily.

"Alright, fine. I won't tell anyone. If you vote with me." Hans grinned.

"Yes! Deal! Deal! Deal!"

"Good. Now we're voting for Emma. Aren't we?"

"Yes! Yes we are!"

"Alright. Now hurry up." Hans walked back to the campfire. He coughed a bit. "...So Abdi has been rigging the votes."

"What?" Emma said in shock.

"Yep. That's why you didn't go home last time."

"Well, I'm thankful for that, but I cannot condone cheating! I trusted him! That no good little cheater!"

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Khalid asked.

"Who here voted for Eun last time?"

No hands were raised.

"That little motherf***er!" Makoto snapped. "Hey, beet head! Come with me! I'm gonna need your brute strength!" Makoto stormed over to the outhouse, Dmitri following. "Open up!"

"Wh-what?! Why?" Abdi asked.

"Open the damn door!"

"No!"

"Bust it open." Makoto looked up at Dmitri.

"Fine…" Dmitri said. He delivered a hard kick to the door, forcing it open. Makoto grabbed Abdi by his shirt collar and tossed him out of the confessional. Dmitri then picked up the small boy.

"Looks like we're gonna have to re-vote." Makoto said to the other campers." Dmitri, you stay here and keep Abdi restrained. Your vote won't matter anyways. We all know who's going home, tonight…"

A few minutes later, the eleven remaining Mesopotamia campers all sat on stumps in front of the campfire.

"Alright, campers. If you do not receive a passport, you will be escorted to the Hurl of Shame." Damian said. "And you can't come back. Ever. So let's get started!"

"Dmitri!"

"Olivia!"

"Da!"

"Anna!"

"Khalid!"

"Rosa!"

"Hans!"

"Clara!"

"Emma!"

"Makoto!"

Abdi looked down at the ground in shame.

"Well well. No surprise there, pumpkin eater." Damian snickered.

Abdi climbed into the catapult.

"Oh just you f***ers wait!" Abdi snapped. "You made an awful decision. I carried this stupid team in the last challenge! You'll all be screwed without meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" The Indian boy was sent flying.

"Well, looks like that streak of cheating didn't last all that long." Damian said. "Will our little doses of unrequited love work out? Will Lacey be able to get Thema to open up? And which loser will be sent home next? Find out next time on Total. Drama. Nations!"