Survivor: Strangetown Edition

Episode Four – The Controversial Episode

"Hello everyone, I'm the Unsavory Charlatan," the Unsavory Charlatan greets, standing stationary on the shoreline, a serious tone in his voice, "And you might know me as the host of this game show. I am standing before you today to warn you that tonight's episode is rather controversial and may be unsettling for some of our viewers to watch," he warns the audience, "We almost got sued over this, so it was a pretty big deal when this controversial event happened. So, without further ado, here's tonight's episode."

Nighttime – Vidcund Sucks

All five remaining members of Vidcund Sucks return to their campsite and begin putting away their belongings. Pollination Tech #9 trails behind the group, stopping nearby Pascal and Lazlo. "Okay guys, not going to lie, but I'm feeling kind of lost now," he tells them. "Any particular reason why you kept me in the dark?"

"It was kind of a last minute decision," Lazlo confesses, "But don't worry, you're fine. You have nothing to worry about PT, we still like you."

Pollination Tech #9 scrunches his forehead in a ponder. "If you say so."

Pollination Tech #9 Smith
Retired Pollination Technician/Alien

Ever since Ajay was voted out, it seems like things have been going downhill for me. I mean it's pretty much hopeless. If we lose, I'm done - Simple as that. I could try to believe my team and pretend that what happened last night doesn't mean anything, but I can see the writing on the wall. My time is up.

Day 10

All is quiet and serene on the Death Conqueror's beach as the ocean waves gently hit the shore. Circe is sitting down on a nearby rock, her stance triumphant. "I feel great. I feel powerful," Circe tells the camera, giving a small nod, "I feel like almost everything is going the way I want it to. I mean, the way I see it, I saved my own ass yesterday and-" Circe stops and stares at something off-camera, her eyes widening like saucers. "Oh my gosh! That branch looks like a coat hanger!" she shrieks.

Circe quickly reaches off-screen and grabs the item before excitedly bringing it back into the shot to show everyone. "Yes! Look at it!" she exclaims, excitedly holding the twisted branch up to the camera, "Is this not the coolest thing you have ever seen?" she shouts, giving the branch a massive hug, "I love this island!" she yells.

Nearby, Jenny is dog paddling in the ocean with Crystal spotting her. "Looking great, Jenny!" Crystal tells her as Jenny moves towards the shore. "I don't get it, you can swim fine. Why are you so worried about this?"

Jenny reaches the shore and sighs, taking a seat in the sand next to Crystal, "Because, at the immunity challenge yesterday, I just felt so helpless. And I made a promise to myself that I'm never going to feel that way again. I don't want to let the team down, and I don't want to let my kids down."

"Come on Jenny, you're not going to let anyone down," Crystal says, "And you certainly didn't let any of us down at the challenge yesterday. I mean, you weren't the one that shoved your tongue in my mouth! Eww!" Crystal shivers, thinking back to that unpleasant incident.

"I know, but-" Jenny is stopped short as a shrilling shriek is heard from the woods. The two women stand up from the shore immediately as Nervous races over to them, his eyes drenched with tears. He grabs onto Crystal, his strength giving out.

"Nervous, what's wrong?" Crystal asks him, her eyes filled with concern.

Nervous continues to cry, covering his face with his hands. "What's wrong?" Nervous squeaks out, "Crystal…my mom is dead!"

Morning – Vidcund Sucks

Pascal, Lazlo, and Pollination Tech #9 are fast asleep in the shelter as the sun drifts up above the horizon. Pascal turns his body around and sighs, letting out a rather heavy snore. "No! Take Lazlo!" he sleep-talks, sounding distressed, "He's juicier!"

Next to him, Lazlo groans and sits up, nudging Pascal in the shoulder a few times. "Pascal!" Lazlo whispers; his brother doesn't stir. "Pascal, wake up!"

"-No, I don't know how the fridge got like that," Pascal sleep-mumbles, "You're going to have to ask the night guy."

All of a sudden, the ground begins to rumble beneath them, shaking their flimsy wooden shelter. Pollination Tech #9 wakes up immediately and quickly gravitates towards the center of the structure.

"What the heck is that?" Pollination Tech #9 speaks up as Lazlo pokes his head out of the shelter for a closer look. He narrows his eyes.

"Oh my gosh, I think that's an EMS!" Lazlo shouts; Pollination Tech #9 scrunches his forehead in confusion, "An Emergency Medical Service chopper," Lazlo reiterates, "They only use them when there's you know – a real medical emergency."

"What's going on?" Pascal shouts, poking his head out after finally awaking from his slumber. He looks up to where Lazlo is pointing and watches as a chopper lowers itself down towards the island; a black flag waving on the back of the vehicle.

"Oh no," Lazlo speaks up, his voice now in a panic, "I think someone's dead!"

Pascal exhales as he wraps an arm around each of them. "Relax, everything is going to be fine as long as the three of us Curious brothers stick together. Especially now that we're all filled with thoughts of brotherly kindness!" Pascal tells them, turning to Lazlo and then to the elderly alien that is standing next to him, "Uh, where the hell is Vidcund?"

"You mean you just realized now that he's gone?" Lazlo says.

Pascal glares at him. "Shut up, Lazlo."

Meanwhile: In the Woods

Vidcund and Loki are approaching the water well each carrying one of the two large blue canteens for their campsite. They stop in front of it in the midst of their newest conversation. "You know, Circe and I are trying to have kids now," Loki says, watching as Vidcund continues to walk in front of him; he stops at the well and takes off the lid. "-And it's not as easy as it looks."

"Wow, thanks for that visual," Vidcund sarcastically states, struggling to screw the lid off of one of the canteens.

"Are you jealous?" Loki asks him.

Vidcund scrunches his forehead, finally looking his rival in the eye. "Of who?"

"Of me, dumbass!" Loki choruses, angrily grabbing the canteen from Vidcund and twisting the lid off in one swift motion. He holds the lid out in front of him; a sassy expression on his face.

"-I could've done that," Vidcund softly responds, turning towards the ground. He grabs the canteen and bends down towards the well, stopping when he notices Loki watching him. "Um…you do it," he states, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Loki shrugs and grabs the canteen from him, "Alright."

"VID! VID!" Pascal shouts, racing into the woods with Lazlo following close behind. They both rush over to their brother and wrap their arms around him.

"Vidcund! Thank God you're alright!" Lazlo exclaims, hugging his rather confused older brother.

"Are you dead?" Pascal asks, squeezing Vidcund tighter.

"-Only on the inside," Vidcund grumbles.

Loki glares and paces over to the scientists. "What are you idiots griping about now?" he asks as the Curious brothers separate.

"We saw an EMS chopper up ahead, we thought maybe something happened to someone on our tribe," Lazlo explains, "-But by the looks of it, everything appears to be fine."

"Yeah," Loki seconds, "-Except it's clear to me that the two of you have obviously gone crazy because there is absolutely no EMS chopper on this island."

"But-" Lazlo begins. All of a sudden the ground starts to shake again as two more EMS choppers emerge in the skyline.

Vidcund groans as he feels something latch onto his arm again. "-Let go of me," he tells his brothers.

"Uh…?" Pascal speaks up, both he and Lazlo holding up their empty hands. Vidcund's eyes widen as he turns to the right, finding Loki latching onto him.

"-Of course," Vidcund sighs.

Immunity Challenge

"Come on in, guys!" the Unsavory Charlatan announces as he gestures both tribes towards the center of the beach. Vidcund Sucks arrives first, stopping on their blue tribal mat.

Vidcund turns to Loki, who is still latching on his arm. "Will you please let go of me?!"

The Death Conquerors walk in next, all four of the remaining tribe members hanging their heads in sorrow as they make their way over to their purple tribal mat; everyone on the opposing side staring in utter shock.

"Everyone," the Unsavory Charlatan begins, clasping his heads together as he turns towards both of the tribes, "I have some terrible news. This morning Olive Specter was woohooed to death."

Pascal tilts his forehead, "You mean she woohooed with Death?" he asks.

"Yes, and she died as a result of excessive woohoo."

Vidcund raises his eyebrow, "You mean that's a thing?"

Next to him, Loki smirks. "Hey, just because you never get any, doesn't mean that other people don't," he remarks. Vidcund glares and pulls his arm away from him.

"Well, I've decided how I want to go," Pascal speaks up.

"Woohoo?" Lazlo asks.

"No," Pascal corrects him, "I want someone to pelt me with Cheetos after I win my sixth Young Scientist award," Pascal sighs thinking about it.

The Unsavory Charlatan stares at Pascal strangely for a few moments before turning back towards the other contestants. "Well, as a result of Olive's death, both Olive Specter and the Grim Reaper have been pulled from the game," he says. "We gave the Grim Reaper the opportunity to stay, but he said that it is his duty to deal with circumstances such as this one. Of course, we have yet to ask Olive's son, Nervous, what his decision is regarding this game. So Nervous," the Unsavory Charlatan states, turning towards the emotionally distraught young man who is staring down at the ground; Crystal has a consoling arm wrapped around his shoulders, "What would you like to do?" he asks the young man.

Nervous slowly looks up, his eyes red and his cheeks stained with tears. He looks to Jenny and then to Crystal. "-Stay," he speaks suddenly, "I'm going to stay."

"Well alright," the Unsavory Charlatan says, a hint of surprise in his tone, "I was not expecting you to say that, that's for sure. But now that we're all here, we can get back to the game and hope that no one sues," the Unsavory Charlatan says, "Now before we continue on, does anyone have any questions?" Pascal shoots his hand up; the Unsavory Charlatan groans, "I knew I shouldn't have asked that," he grumbles, before turning towards the scientist, "Yes Pascal?"

"So what happens when Death dies?" Pascal wonders aloud, "Does Death get taken away by another Death? Or does Death take himself away? But then wouldn't that make Death immortal?" he questions as Lazlo taps his chin in wonder nearby, seriously mulling this question over.

In front of them, the Unsavory Charlatan is rubbing his temples; his brain hurting. "Um…yeah," the Unsavory Charlatan trails off, "So, are there any other questions? Preferably any that aren't from Pascal?"

Vidcund raises his hand. "Weren't you supposed to medically test everyone before you dropped us off on a desert island?" he asks.

Lazlo scrunches his forehead. "I thought they didn't have to test us since we volunteered."

"We didn't volunteer for this," Vidcund informs him, "They just filled our house with sleeping gas and hoped no one would sue!"

"Well the important thing is we learned something," Pascal begins, wrapping an arm around each of his brothers, "-And I'll let you know if I ever figure out what that was," he states, "By the way, does anyone else think that the other tribe's name is ironic since Olive clearly couldn't conquer Death?"

"Oh, she could conquer Death," the Unsavory Charlatan smirks.

Everyone stands in awkward silence for a moment, before Lazlo gives a shake and a cringe. "Eww! I just got that."

"Anyway," the Unsavory Charlatan continues, bringing his hands together once more, "It's time to get to today's reward challenge," he says, pacing over to Vidcund Sucks, "But since we're trying to get really high ratings this episode, I'm going to be nice and make you guys a deal," he states, turning to the guys, "Look, I know you guys aren't exactly itching to go up against Circe again since that catastrophe yesterday, so I'll tell you what. I will grant your team an instant challenge win if you two," the Unsavory Charlatan gestures at Vidcund and Loki, "-Kiss each other."

Vidcund crosses his arms, glaring daggers at the host. "No," he states flatly.

"Are you sure?" the Unsavory Charlatan asks, "Because last time you guys had to forfeit a food challenge and I'm sure everyone on your tribe is really hungry," he tempts him, "I mean, look at how scrawny your tribemates are, do you really think that you guys can make it through another challenge?"

"I am not kissing Loki," Vidcund concludes once more, "And I'm sure my tribemates understand!"

"No we don't! Just kiss your damn rival, Vid! We're starving here!" Pascal shouts behind him, frantically jumping up and down. Vidcund shakes his head 'no'.

Loki rolls his eyes, "Oh for goodness sake!" Loki walks over to Vidcund and grabs the sides of his face, pushing his lips onto his; Vidcund's eyes widening at the touch of him.

Vidcund pushes Loki away from him, quickly wiping his mouth off with his hands and coughing several times. He crouches down on the beach; Loki giving a small smile next to him.

"So, what do we win?" Pascal asks the host.

The Unsavory Charlatan shrugs, "Oh, you don't win anything. Turns out we're not going to have a reward challenge today, because we're merging!" he announces.

"WHAT?!" Vidcund exclaims, standing up from the sand, "You mean we did that for nothing?!"

"Oh, it wasn't for nothing," the Unsavory Charlatan states, turning towards the town villain, "Was it, Loki?" he remarks; Loki turns away slightly, avoiding eye contact.

"Now," the Unsavory Charlatan begins, turning to the others, "Since the two tribes are merging, I think it would be easiest if we just take your old tribe names and combine them together. So from this day forward, your new tribe will be known as: Vidcund Sucks the Death Conquerors (Plus Jenny)."

Vidcund eyes widen in horror. "Oh God no!" he shouts as Loki bursts into laughter.

"You're right, it's too long," the Unsavory Charlatan states, "So how about we just shorten it to 'Vidcund Sucks Death'?"

"I like it!" Pascal chimes; Vidcund turns and glares at him, "What?"

Vidcund groans and slaps his forehead in frustration, "Why does this stuff keep happening to me? I'm a good person!"

"-That's debatable," Loki mutters behind him.

"Pay attention, everyone, because tribal immunity is no more!" the Unsavory Charlatan announces, grabbing the immunity idol from the Death Conquerors and throwing it on the ground. He stomps on it a few times, burying it in the sand.

Lazlo steps forward, "Uh, isn't that a sacred artifact?" he asks.

"It doesn't matter, what matters now is that all of you will now be playing for individual immunity. Once I find out what I did with it," the Unsavory Charlatan states, glancing around the sand, "Oh wait, here it is!" he exclaims, pulling it up from the sacred remains and holding out the necklace to the nine remaining survivors. "This is the immunity necklace. Anyone who wears it will be guaranteed safety for however long they have it," he explains.

"Now, for today's immunity challenge all nine of you will stand on individual platforms above the water. Whoever stays on their pedestal the longest wins," he informs, "These pedestals are only six inches wide so this is going to be tough."

"Translation: Vidcund's going to fall first," Loki speaks up. He turns to the side, wondering why Vidcund doesn't retort. Loki steps forward, a confused look on his face, "Hey, what's the deal? I just zinged you and you didn't even budge."

Vidcund shrugs, "Eh, I've developed an endurance," he states.

"Then this challenge should be perfect for you," the Unsavory Charlatan says, "Especially since you already put Circe on a pedestal," the Unsavory Charlatan laughs, "Did you like that joke? It took me all day to come up with it."

Vidcund glares and crosses his arms. "No."

"Alright, everyone gather around and we'll draw for spots," the Unsavory Charlatan instructs. "This challenge is about to begin!"

A few minutes later, all nine survivors have taken their positions on their pedestals above the water. "For immunity and guaranteed spot in the final eight…Survivors ready? Go!"

"Hey, this isn't so bad," Crystal states, standing on the pink pedestal, "The ocean waves are kind of soothing."

"You say that now, but just wait," the Unsavory Charlatan warns her, "This challenge is going to get a whole lot tougher the longer you're out here."

Fifteen minutes pass and everyone is still in the challenge. Lazlo sighs and begins adjusting his legs. "Man, I'm already cramping up," he says aloud, "I'm going to sit down." He takes a seat.

"Wait, we can do that?" Pascal asks; the Unsavory Charlatan nods, "Then screw this!" Pascal sits down on his solid blue pedestal; over half of the remaining survivors do the same.

Another thirty-five minutes pass, and all nine survivors are still situated on their pedestals. The Unsavory Charlatan paces over from his place on the dock and looks up at them. "Well, this challenge is taking a whole lot longer than I expected, so it's time to add the twist," he announces, "Here's the deal: You can stand there on your pedestals as long as you want, but the longer you stay, the more embarrassing things I reveal about you!" he claims, pulling out a pile of notecards.

"Wait, what?!" Vidcund shrieks from his yellow pedestal. At this, Crystal, Nervous, and Pollination Tech #9 immediately leap off of their pedestals and into the water. They swim back towards the shore.

The Unsavory Charlatan smiles down at them. "I see that got some of you," he states as they all join him on the dock.

"PT?" Jenny nervously speaks up from her platform.

"Don't worry Jenny," Pollination Tech #9 shouts back, "It's not about you. I just have a lot of pollination secrets that I can't afford to get leaked to the residents!"

"You're not seriously going to do this, are you?" Vidcund asks, turning towards the host.

The Unsavory Charlatan brings his hands together, giving a sinister smile. "Oh, wouldn't I?" he begins, turning towards the others. "Attention everyone, we have now reached the one hour mark in this immunity challenge, so it's time to reveal our first batch of embarrassing secrets. Up first is Vidcund."

"-Of course," Vidcund groans.

"Did you know that Vidcund wet his pants at a high school dance?" the Unsavory Charlatan reads from his card.

Loki rolls his eyes. "Psh, everybody knows that! Tell us something we don't know!"

"Okay, I'll do another one then," the Unsavory Charlatan states, whipping through his cards once more.

"What? No-!" Vidcund turns to Loki, who is now laughing behind his hand, "I would push you off this instant, but then I'd be doing you a favor."

Loki smirks. "Smart man," he states.

"Ah yes! Here's another one," the Unsavory Charlatan smiles, "Did you know that Vidcund vacuums Lazlo while he's sleeping?"

Lazlo immediately turns to Vidcund, a bizarre look on his face. "You're a germ magnet!" Vidcund calls out, defensive.

"-Speaking of germ magnets," the Unsavory Charlatan continues, "Lazlo once ate an entire lemon pie that he found in the trash."

"-And I don't regret it!" Lazlo chimes in, his mouth starting to water a bit, "Man, I wish I had that pie right now." Lazlo starts to drool.

The Unsavory Charlatan shakes his head, before continuing on with his next victim. He looks up at the mother and smiles. "Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, Miss Perfect," he begins, "Let me tell you, it was tough finding dirt about you. I mean, everybody already knows that you married the guy that knocked up your father."

"-He's got that right," Circe choruses.

"-But did you guys know that Jenny was demoted twice from her career track?" he tells them.

"They didn't accept my maternity leave!" Jenny replies, "We needed the money, I couldn't quit!"

The Unsavory Charlatan shrugs and turns to Loki, locking eyes with the young scientist. "Loki Beaker, the self-proclaimed super genius that sleeps with a blankie."

"-Oh geez," Loki begins, slapping his hand over his face; Pascal and Vidcund start to giggle.

"Man, I thought I loved this challenge before, but I was wrong!" Pascal shouts, throwing his head back in more laughter, "What's its name?" he asks.

"-Cuddles," the Unsavory Charlatan reveals; Pascal and Vidcund start laughing even harder, Vidcund having to hold his sides in pain.

"-Cuddles? That's rich!" Pascal replies, he looks to the side only to find Loki shooting daggers at him. "This is the best day of my life," he beams.

The Unsavory Charlatan clasps his hands together. "Up next is Circe, and-" the host stops, hearing a strange snoring sound in the distance. He looks up with the others, finding Lazlo fast asleep on his pedestal.

Vidcund gazes at his brother, clearly astonished. "Is he seriously sleeping through this?!"

"Come on Vid, Lazlo can sleep through almost anything," Pascal reminds him.

The Unsavory Charlatan clears his throat. "As I was saying, I still have two more secrets to reveal to you guys until this round is over."

"-Well at least my turn is done," Loki responds, giving a sigh of relief.

"The next secret is about none other than Circe Beaker," the Unsavory Charlatan continues, "Did you know that Circe has cheated on Loki three times during their marriage?"

"Circe! What the hell?!" Loki blares next to her, "I thought we agreed that you could only do that twice!" Nearby, Vidcund starts laughing obnoxiously.

"Oh man, any more of these and I'm not going to be able to last much longer," Vidcund tells the group.

Loki glares at Vidcund briefly before turning his attentions back to his wife. "Please tell me that you did not cheat on me with this doofus!" he snarls, gesturing to Vidcund.

"Come on, you know I'm not that desperate," Circe snaps back, a sassy smirk on her face.

"Ooh! Ooh! Me next! Me next!" Pascal chimes, bouncing up and down on his pedestal, his hand raised high in the air.

Vidcund turns to his brother, clearly puzzled. "Are you actually enjoying this?" he questions.

"Alright. Now last and certainly least, here's something about Pascal," the Unsavory Charlatan continues on, giving the scientist a small smirk.

"Hah! You can't embarrass me!" Pascal fires back, "I already reveal way too much about my life, things that no one in their right mind would ever want to know! For example, sometimes I pee on my hands to better sanitize them, just like I did this morning!" he reveals.

Vidcund leans back a bit, bringing his hand up to his face in a ponder. "Wait, weren't you the one that made breakfast this morning?"

"Yeah," Pascal responds, staring blankly ahead.

Vidcund, Loki, and Pollination Tech #9 widen their eyes and quickly crouch towards the water, attempting to clean out their mouths.

On the dock, the Unsavory Charlatan glances down at his notecard before throwing it over his head. He shrugs. "Well, that beats what I had."

One Hour Later

"Well, we're approaching the two hour mark," the Unsavory Charlatan informs the contestants, "Which means it's time for another set of embarrassing secrets," he begins, pulling out another stack of notecards.

"Just a sec, gotta poop!" Lazlo warns, crouching down towards the ocean.

Vidcund groans, "Eww! Whatever you do, Lazlo, please don't take your pants off-Oh!" Vidcund grimaces and turns around, quickly covering his eyes as Lazlo drops his swim trunks. Loki, Circe, and Jenny all turn away as well. Next to Lazlo, Pascal doesn't seem to care.

"Whoo! Now it's a party!" Pascal exclaims.

"Ugh, now I really don't want to go in the water," Loki grumbles.

On the dock, the Unsavory Charlatan has his back turned to the contestants. "Well, I was going to reveal these secrets, but I think this display is traumatizing enough for this round." The other three survivors nod behind him.

Thirty minutes later, all six survivors are still situated on their pedestals. "You've been out here for two and a half hours now," the Unsavory Charlatan shouts to them, "How do you feel?"

"Well I don't know about you, but I feel like dancing!" Pascal says as he over-excitedly springs up and starts dancing on his pedestal.

The Unsavory Charlatan gives him a strange look before turning to the other remaining members. "Really? Day ten and you guys still haven't thought about voting him out?" he questions.

Pascal gasps and brings his hands up, "He likes-"

"-Don't even say it," the Unsavory Charlatan groans as one of the six remaining survivors falls backwards into the water.

"Wulp, there goes Lazlo," Pascal comments, watching as his youngest brother falls into the ocean.

The Unsavory Charlatan nods, seemingly satisfied by this. "Yep," he states as Lazlo continues to sleep as he floats in the water. The host turns to the other residents, "Uh, one of you might want to go get him so we don't get sued."

Crystal nods, stands up, and jumps in the water. She swims over to Lazlo and taps him on the shoulder.

"Lazlo?" Crystal shakes his shoulders once more, "Lazlo?"

Lazlo slowly opens his eyes, "Huh?" he responds. "Crystal, what are you doing here? And why is everything so wet?" Crystal gestures down below. Lazlo tilts his head in confusion before looking down, noticing that he is now in the ocean. "Oh."

Fifteen minutes pass and the five remaining survivors are still fighting for immunity. The Unsavory Charlatan throws his hands up. Behind him, Crystal, Nervous, and Pollination Tech #9 are struggling to keep their eyes open; Lazlo has fallen asleep on Crystal's shoulder.

"Alright everyone, I honestly never thought you people would make it this far," the Unsavory Charlatan begins, "But you have once again proved me wrong. So I'll tell you what, if you guys make it another five minutes, I'll make you an offer."

Four minutes later, the five remaining survivors are still in their same positions. Circe turns to Loki, who is now adjusting his posture. "You know, you can drop sweetie if you feel like quitting," she cooes.

Loki glares at her. "I don't think so, princess. There is no way that I am going to let Plant Boy here, beat me!" he states, gesturing to Vidcund.

"Wow, Plant Boy?" Vidcund repeats next to him, "That's real mature!"

"Who's the jackass that said I was mature?" Loki fires back.

Pascal smiles, "He's got you there, Vid."

"We've now reached the five minute mark, so here's my offer," the Unsavory Charlatan announces, pacing a tad towards the group, "The first person who jumps off their pedestal wins the necklace."

"You're joking," Vidcund speaks up, behind him Pascal is sporting a doubtful stare. "After all that, you're just going to give immunity away on a split-second decision?"

The Unsavory Charlatan shrugs. The five survivors look to each other before Vidcund and Loki simultaneously jump off their pedestals and into the ocean. They both climb onto the dock.

"So, who won?" Vidcund asks, visibly out of breath.

The Unsavory Charlatan cocks his head. "I guess, you," he answers, grabbing the necklace and holding it in front of his chest. "Here you go."

Vidcund grabs the necklace from him, glancing down at the pink floral beads. "This isn't the immunity necklace," he says.

"True," the Unsavory Charlatan answers, "But I never said that's what you were going to get. Funny, after I tricked you guys earlier today, I really thought you would've learned your lesson," he claims as Vidcund and Loki stare at him in shock. "Sit down, dorks."

"Can we kill him?" Loki whispers to Vidcund as they take a seat with the others, "Cause I really think we should kill him."

"No, let's wait and see how much money we can get out of this," Vidcund replies.

Fifteen Minutes Later

"Well, we've just reached the three hour mark," the Unsavory Charlatan narrates, "And I'm impressed, you all must want this really bad. Here's where we stand," he tells the castaways, "We have Jenny who is sitting crouched down on her pedestal, we have Pascal doing who knows what, and we have Circe – who I swear hasn't moved from her standing position since this challenge started."

"-Damn straight," Circe comments.

The Unsavory Charlatan smiles, clasping his hands together, "Yep. I bet there's nothing I can do to get you three to drop," he says, pacing forward, "Unless you guys could think of something."

"Ooh!" Pascal speaks up, "Will you give me Ghostbusters on DVD?"

The Unsavory Charlatan's face drops. "No."

"Then forget it! I'm staying up here until I either win immunity or die, whichever comes first!" Pascal proclaims, crossing his arms in a huff. He gazes down at the ocean floor. "Ooh, a quarter!" Pascal dives into the water, leaving everyone dumbfounded behind him.

Pascal heaves his head up above the water and grabs onto the dock. He pulls himself up and wipes the quarter off on his swim trunks, taking a seat next to Vidcund.

"Really? A quarter?" Vidcund questions.

"Yeah, I mean, look how shiny it is!" he exclaims, holding the quarter up to Vidcund's face.

Lazlo whistles next to him. "That is one good-looking cent."

"Don't you mean twenty-five good-looking cents?" Pascal corrects him, raising his eyebrows up and down; everyone on the dock groans.

Fifty Minutes Later

"It's almost sundown, you two must be feeling drained," the Unsavory Charlatan says to the two remaining women. "We got Mommy Dearest going up against the Wicked Witch of the West."

"Geez, those are both unflattering references," Lazlo nudges Vidcund.

"Yeah, I think he was actually being nicer to Circe on that one," Vidcund nudges back, struggling to keep his eyes open.

Jenny sighs as she bends over, situating herself on her knees.

"You can do it, Jenny!" Pollination Tech #9 shouts from the dock, "Don't give up!"

Jenny turns and looks to Circe, who is still standing in the same position as before. "Give it up, Jenny, I've got two degrees and I'm filled with hatred!"

Jenny turns back around and inches up further, resting her hand on the bottom of the platform. Her eyes widen a bit as she feels a roll of paper in her hand. She scans the area, before quickly tucking it in her swimsuit and out of sight.

"Alright guys, it's clear to me that you two could stay out here forever, so I am actually going to hold a real tie-breaker this time," the Unsavory Charlatan speaks up, after another hour of waiting. "The first person to answer this question correctly wins immunity. No tricks, actual immunity, right here!" the Unsavory Charlatan promises, holding up the necklace in his hand. "And just to make it fair, this question is about Strangetown. So, here we go," he begins, waiting until he has everyone's attention. Once he does, the Unsavory Charlatan pulls out a hot pink notecard and starts to read, "This scientist invented such machines as the SimSanto Inc. Biotech Station, the TraumaTime 'Incision Precision' Surgeon Training Station, and the SensoTwitch Lie Finder. Who was it?"

Circe moves her hand up to her mouth. "Uh…?"

"It's Loki!" Jenny springs up from her platform, "Loki Beaker!"

"That is correct! Jenny wins immunity and a guaranteed spot in the final eight!" the Unsavory Charlatan announces. Jenny squeals and jumps into the water, quickly swimming back to the dock, leaving an embarrassed Circe behind.

"Congratulations Jenny," the Unsavory Charlatan says, clasping the immunity necklace around her neck, "You earned it. And with this, you are safe at tonight's tribal council," he states, giving her a congratulatory pat on the back.

"As for the rest of you, I will see you tonight at tribal council where one of you will be the sixth person voted out of this game," he tells the rest of the tribe as Circe reaches the dock, "You have a couple of days to decide, so I suggest you use them wisely," he advises. "Since Jenny won the challenge, she gets to decide which campsite you guys are going to live on, so Jenny, which will it be?"

Jenny scans the crowd and gives a small smile. "I think we're going to live on Vidcund Sucks's campsite, cause ours reeks of death."

"Fair enough," the Unsavory Charlatan nods, "Everyone head back to Vidcund Sucks's campsite, and we'll transport all of the Death Conquerors's belongings and rewards there tonight," he states, turning towards the guys, "Try not to get lost this time."

"-No promises," Vidcund grumbles, turning towards the shore.

Circe steps forward, stopping when she comes face-to-face with her husband; Loki stares at her, expressionless. "What?" she asks.

Loki shakes his head. "-Nothing," he replies, before wandering off the dock. Pascal and Vidcund are wading through the water in front of him.

"Ooh, a penny!" Pascal chimes, bending over towards the shoreline.

Vidcund quickly pulls him back, "-Don't even think about it."

Day 11

The sun slowly rises above the horizon, the light shining down on the seven individuals that are sleeping inside of Vidcund Sucks's shelter. Pascal yawns as he gently opens his eyes, sitting up a bit to give his body a stretch. "Ah, this island is so peaceful," he says to himself, "I feel like I'm in a giant bed of pudding."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT?!" a voice pierces through the calm, soothing environment, causing almost all of the shelter sleepers to spring up from their slumber. "IT TOOK ME FIFTEEN MONTHS TO MAKE THAT MACHINE, WHAT DID YOU THINK I WAS DOING?!" Loki continues to shout.

"WELL I'M SORRY I DON'T SPEND ALL TWENTY-SEVEN MINUTES OF MY FREE TIME FOLLOWING YOUR BORING, MUNDANE STUDIES!" Circe screams back, "HEAVEN FORBID I HAVE A SOCIAL LIFE!"

Back in the shelter, Vidcund groans, holding his hands up against his aching temples. "Oh God, you can hear them from across the island," he moans to the others, "How long has this been going on?"

Pollination Tech #9 groggily glances down at his watch. "-Three minutes," he answers; everyone in the shelter groans.

"Well, now that we're up for the day, we may as well start gathering supplies," Crystal speaks up from behind the others.

"I wish we could, but unfortunately the supplies are right between Circe and Loki," Vidcund replies, gesturing across the sand.

Crystal's face falls. "Oh," she states as her fellow tribemates begin to exchange awkward gazes with each other, "So…now what?"

"You wanna make out?" Lazlo says suddenly.

Crystal smiles, "Okay." Crystal grabs Lazlo by the hand and leads him out the opposite side of the shelter. Pascal watches as the pair disappears into the woods. He sighs.

"Man, I wish I had someone to make out with," he states, giving his head a shake; he turns to his brother.

"What are you looking at me for?" Vidcund snaps.

"Uh…guys?" Jenny speaks up next to them, catching her brothers' attention. She gestures down at Nervous Subject, who is still fast asleep in the center of the shelter as Loki and Circe continue arguing with one another across the beach.

Pascal widens his eyes. "Holy crap, he can sleep through all this?!"

"He lives with them, are you really that surprised?" Vidcund asks, stepping out of the shelter. "Well, I've had about enough of this, so I'm going to go get some water," he tells them, brushing off his legs, "Wish me luck."

…

Vidcund is walking swiftly through the woods, doing his best to avoid any sharp objects or lustful lovers. He sighs as he finally reaches the water well, placing his hand on the wooden lid. "Thank goodness," he says to himself, "For a second there, I thought I was going to run into some real trouble-"

"Hey Vidcund," a voice calls out behind him. Vidcund screams and drops the lid, quickly turning around.

Vidcund sighs when he sees the woman who is standing behind him. "Geez Circe, why did you have to scare me like that?" he asks her.

Circe smirks, placing a sassy hand on her hip. "Oh, I didn't have to. I wanted to," she cooes, moving towards him.

"You know two hundred and thirty-eight ways to make someone scream, would it kill you to make one of them nice?" Vidcund asks, placing his hand on his chest, hoping to slow down his heart rate.

Circe Beaker
Chief of Staff/Can Make You Scream 238 Different Ways

He's right. I know two hundred and thirty-eight ways to make a person scream – and none of them are nice. And that, my friends, was number thirty-seven.

...

"So, enough about me, let's talk about us," Circe says, moving closer to him. Vidcund steps back, now finding himself pushed up against the water well. "Oh Vid, I feel so bad about what happened between us," she continues, her tone surprisingly sweet, "I never should've dumped you for Loki. After all, you're the real man."

"I-I am?" Vidcund replies, shaking a bit as he feels Circe trail her fingers down his chest. "Since when?"

"Oh please, I've always felt this way about you," Circe says, feeling Vidcund's body shake underneath her, "I only married Loki for his money, but I see now that that was a mistake! He'll never be able to satisfy me like you can!" she declares, moving her hands up and grabbing the sides of his face. She gazes up at him, her eyes shining. She slowly leans towards him, closing her eyes as she does so.

All of a sudden Circe stops, feeling something holding her back. She looks down, only to find Vidcund's hand pushing her away by the shoulder. "Circe, this is wrong," Vidcund says softly, "You're only doing this to get back at your husband."

"What? No!" Circe quickly replies, throwing her hands up, "You're reading too much into this! I mean, can't you see that I want you?" she asks.

"Honestly, no," Vidcund responds, "I mean, this is just completely out of nowhere."

"Uh-huh," Circe says, placing her hands on her hips, her patience wearing thin, "And why is it so hard for you to believe that I yearn for your pure animalistic tendencies?"

Vidcund's face falls; his expression firm. "Okay, now I know you're lying."

Circe snarls. "Vidcund Curious, you are impossible!" she shouts, stomping towards the beach; she turns around to glare at him, "WE ARE NEVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!" she yells, heading back to the campsite.

Vidcund sighs and shakes his head a few times, before turning back towards the well. Nearby, Loki is watching from behind a shrub, a big smile on his face after having witnessed the entire calamity. Loki turns around, now noticing the camera that is pointed at him. "What?" he states.

Day 12

Crystal Vu
Business Executive/Normal Person

We have been merged for an entire day now, and I am overwhelmed by the number of personalities on this beach. We have a big day ahead of us today, we have to figure out who we're going to get rid of and where our alliances lie. No matter what happens, I just need to make sure that I end up on the right side of the vote tonight.

...

All nine tribe members are situated around the campfire, partaking in their typical morning routines. Pascal smiles as he picks up a grain of rice from his coconut shell, pushing it in front of Vidcund's face. "Hey, check it out, Vid! This rice looks just like Ajay!" he exclaims.

Vidcund scrunches his forehead. "Who's Ajay?"

"You know, that guy that we voted off a few nights ago?" Pascal reminds him, "The new guy?" he dives further, "Tall skinny stick, surprisingly pleasant?"

"Oh yeah," Lazlo says, moving over and examining the grain of rice more thoroughly, "Eh, the rice is better-looking," Pascal nods.

Loki yawns and stands up, heading into the woods; Circe follows after him.

"Look, I don't want to sound pushy," Pollination Tech #9 speaks up around the campfire, lowering his voice to a whisper once he is sure the pair is gone, "But if we ever want to sleep peacefully again, I think we need to get rid of either Circe or Loki," he suggests.

"He's right," Jenny seconds, "I can't think straight with those two around. We need to separate them!"

Lazlo nods, "But who's the bigger threat?"

Crystal shrugs, "I don't know. I've only played with Circe, so I have no idea what kind of gameplay Loki has done," she tells them, "Nervous, you live with both of them, who do you think would cause us more trouble?" she asks.

"-Loki, hands down," Nervous replies, not having to give it a second thought.

"Really?" Jenny questions, "Circe is a mastermind. Didn't you see that massive sabotage?"

"Yeah," Nervous responds, "But Circe plays with an open hand. Her cards are all on the table. With Loki, you have no idea what you're getting," he confesses, "One minute you think he likes you and the next he's strapping you to his latest invention," Nervous shivers as Pascal and Vidcund continue to watch the conversation in silence.

Pascal Curious
Mad Scientist/Unstable Curious Brother

Everybody wants to get rid of Loki, but I gotta tell you, I'm really enjoying this secret alliance with him. He does all the dirty work, and I get the credit cause no one likes him. Then I'll throw him under the bus before he catches on and seeks vengeance! And if I want this plan to work, then I gotta make sure that he stays no matter what!

...

Later that afternoon, Pascal, Vidcund, and Lazlo are standing in the woods conversing with one another. Loki comes back from the waterfall and joins them. "What are you guys doing?" Loki asks, eyeing the Curious brothers suspiciously.

"Saving your ass, that's what we're doing!" Pascal hisses back, "Everyone wants you gone, we have to figure out some way to prevent that from happening, or our alliance is screwed," Pascal tells him. "We just need one person to switch over to our side, and we should be golden."

"Well that should be easy enough, just get Crystal to do it," Loki replies, eyeing the youngest Curious brother. Lazlo shakes his head.

"I already tried that, she's set with Nervous and Jenny," Lazlo says, "You know, it really didn't help things when you shoved your tongue in her mouth. And PT is obviously voting with his wife, so Circe is our only option!"

Loki sighs, "It's no use. We'll never get Circe to vote with us, especially if we plan on voting her out."

"Yeah…" Pascal agrees as all four of the scientists gaze down at the ground and sigh. All of a sudden, Pascal perks up. "Hey, wait a minute! That's it!" he exclaims, "Who says we have to go after Circe tonight?" he says, "We'll just have her vote for someone else with us and then we'll just can her next week."

Vidcund scrunches his forehead, "You really think that'll work?"

"It's worth a shot," Pascal replies, shrugging his shoulders, "We just have to make sure that it isn't someone that Circe is particularly close to. And since none of us were on her tribe to witness her various relationships, then by process of elimination we're going to have to go after PT."

Lazlo nods as both Vidcund and Loki continue to ponder this over. "That makes sense," Lazlo speaks up, "I say we should go for it."

"Question," Vidcund chimes in, holding his hand up slightly, "How in the hell are we going to get Circe to vote with us?"

Loki steps forward, giving Vidcund a quick once-over; a sly smile forming on his face. "I think I know just the thing."

Vidcund moves back a bit, a terrified expression forming on his face. "Oh God, I do not like the way that he is looking at me right now," Vidcund states, walking backwards a few more feet. Loki follows him. "Oh no. There is absolutely no way that I am going to become some kind of seduction puppet!"

"Well that wasn't what I was going to say, but I like that idea even better," Loki replies.

Vidcund narrows his eyes at him. "Of course you do," he grumbles, although part of him can't believe what he is hearing, "Wait, you seriously want me to seduce Circe?" he asks Loki, "Why don't you just do it? I mean, aren't you bothered by the fact that I'm going to essentially be romancing your wife?"

Loki steps back, holding his hands up in front of him, "Hey, Loki Beaker doesn't kiss anyone's ass, he hires other people to kiss ass for him. Besides, I'm not worried," he states, crossing his arms with a smirk, "I know you won't enjoy it."

Vidcund tilts his forehead, confused, "How do you know that?" Vidcund asks. He ponders this over for a bit, before his oldest brother butts in, quickly dismissing his thought.

"Look Vid, I know you're not crazy about this," Pascal speaks up, "So why don't you let Lazlo and I talk to her first? If she doesn't agree with the plan, then you'll come in and seduce her. How does that sound?" he wonders, "Will you do it?"

Vidcund turns to his brothers, letting out a rather large sigh, "Fine, I'll do it. All I'm saying is, this better work or I will never forgive you guys!"

"Of course you will," Pascal quickly replies, his face beaming, "Which means we have nothing to lose!" he declares, "Come on, lover boy!" Pascal says, grabbing Vidcund by the hand and dragging him towards the waterfall.

One Hour Later

"Forget it, okay? There is absolutely no way that I am voting with you guys!" Circe shouts, attempting to lose Pascal and Lazlo who are hovering around her like flies to a garbage can. "Hell will freeze over before I vote with Loki, and you can take that to the bank!" Circe continues, walking further into the woods.

"Come on, Circe," Pascal speaks up, "You know this is the right decision. Those other people can't even dare to match our scientific intellect!"

Circe stops and gives Pascal a disapproving glare. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with Pascal?"

Pascal sighs and throwing his arms down slightly. "Please just think about it, okay?" he asks her, "We could really get far in this thing."

Circe looks up, scanning both of her fellow scientists for any signs of insincerity. Finding none, she lets out a sigh. "Alright, I'll think about it," she states, before walking further into the woods, leaving Pascal and Lazlo behind.

Pascal nudges his brother in the side, crossing his arms and giving a smirk. "Oh she'll do more than just think about it," Pascal mutters to him, "She's going to do it."

Lazlo nods. "Yeah," he states, watching her disappear into the plant life, "Let's just hope Vidcund doesn't screw this up."

"Eh, he'll be fine."

…

Circe whistles as she walks further into the woods, the sunlight growing dim around her as she walks further away from the campsite. She sighs as she grabs her canteen and takes a seat down near some flattened rocks.

"Hey baby, I've been waiting for you," a voice rings out behind her.

Circe tenses up and quickly turns around only to find Vidcund lying down suggestively on the stones in front of the waterfall, wearing nothing but his orange speedo.

"Vidcund?" Circe speaks up, unable to believe what she is seeing.

"Oh yeah, it's me, your ex-boyfriend," Vidcund continues, trying his best to sound flirty, although it sounds more like he is suffering from stomach pains, "I've been thinking about what happened earlier today and I can't get you out of my head. I just want you so bad!"

Vidcund Curious
Plant Biologist/Dresses Like He's Eighty

This is my nightmare. Please get me out of it!

...

Circe tilts her forehead, her expression suggesting that she is clearly not buying it. "Really?" she states, "Cause it really didn't seem like you were interested earlier."

Vidcund rolls his eyes, waving away the thought. "Please, like I wouldn't be interested in you. You're the hottest, most intelligent person in the entire city, anyone would be stupid to push you away!"

Circe nods, crossing her arms with a smirk, "Well I can't argue with that."

"No," Vidcund moans out, swaying his body forward, "No one could. Now come here, Circy!" he shouts, swaying a bit backwards, "Come here and give it to your man! Whoa-oomf!" Vidcund flails his arms and falls backwards into the waterfall. He sighs and sits up in the shallow water, "You'd think after thirteen years of being single I'd be better at this…"

Circe jumps into the water and straddles him. "I still think you're pretty good," she cooes, before grabbing Vidcund by the sides of his face and pushing herself onto him. Vidcund's eyes widen as the pair begin passionately making out, awkwardly wrapping his arms around her. Vidcund looks to the side where Pascal and Lazlo are hiding and flashes them a helpless look; they smile and give him a 'thumbs-up' before exiting the premises.

After fifteen minutes of lustful romance, Circe stands up, quickly pushing herself off of him. She brushes off her arms and starts readjusting her clothes. She points down at Vidcund, "Well, that was fun, but you can never tell anyone that this happened!"

Vidcund coughs a few times and sits up, still dazed from the event that just occurred. "Okay. I won't tell, under one condition," he states, giving a small smirk; the plan fresh in his mind.

Circe turns back and stops what she is doing, narrowing her eyes at him. "What do you want?"

Tribal Council

All nine survivors walk into the tribal council area and place down their belongings and torches before taking their seats in front of the Unsavory Charlatan.

"Welcome everyone, to our first post-merge tribal council," the Unsavory Charlatan tells the contestants after everyone has been seated. "So much as happened today that I don't even know where to begin. But let's start with you, Nervous, because I haven't heard much from you since your mother passed away," the host notes, "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing okay," Nervous speaks softly, scratching his arm, "It's been a rough couple days but I can take comfort in knowing that my parents are together."

"That's good to hear," the Unsavory Charlatan says, giving a small nod before turning slightly to the right, "Now let's talk about that immunity challenge," he continues, "You guys were standing up there for hours until Circe and Jenny were the only two left, and then I ask a question where Loki is the answer, and Circe gets it wrong," he reminds them, turning towards the female scientist, "Circe, I can't imagine that went over well with your husband."

Circe shakes her head. "No, it did not," she answers, "But it's not like I didn't know the answer, Jenny just beat me to it."

"Oh don't give me that!" Loki chimes in next to her, "You stuttered for a good five seconds, you clearly didn't know it was me!"

"You have no proof of that, your argument is invalid," Circe argues back, turning away from him.

Loki rolls his eyes, "Please! My argument is more solid than your dissertation!"

"Oooh!" Pascal choruses behind them, shielding his mouth from this rather sick burn. Around them, everyone minus Circe and Loki looks terrified out of their minds.

The Unsavory Charlatan turns to the others. "Well, we've only been here for a few minutes, but I'm guessing that this is just a taste of what life has been like for you all at camp," the survivors nod, "So, before this gets any more vicious, it's time to vote. Jenny, you're up!"

Jenny nods and sits up from her seat, making her way to the voting station. She sits back down, allowing Pascal to spring up and cast his vote.

He approaches the voting station and writes Pollination Tech #9's name down on the piece of parchment. Pascal holds it up to the camera. "Look, I got nothing against you, but if I want this whole thing to work, there's going to have to be sacrifices," he states, folding up the piece of paper and sticking it inside the voting box, "I'll miss you, man."

One by one the remaining survivors cast their votes until only Circe remains. Vidcund comes back from the voting station as Circe slowly stands up, goosing him from behind. Vidcund squeaks, watching as Circe walks towards the voting station.

He slowly sits down, his face bright red as he whisper-hisses to his brothers. "The things I do for you guys!"

Pascal nods, smirking back at him. "-And we'll never forget it," he whispers.

Lazlo cocks his head, "Forget what?"

Circe returns from the voting box, taking her seat between Vidcund and Loki. She slyly waves to Vidcund.

"I'll go get the votes," the Unsavory Charlatan announces, walking over to the voting station to retrieve the box. The host returns a few seconds later, placing his hand on top of the voting box.

The Unsavory Charlatan sighs. "If anyone has a hidden immunity idol and they would like to play it, now would be the time to do so," he says; no one moves. "Alright then, once the votes are read, the decision is final, the person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. I'll read the votes," the Unsavory Charlatan says, reaching into the box to retrieve the first piece of parchment.

"First vote - Loki," the Unsavory Charlatan says, reaching into the box and grabbing another piece of parchment, "Second vote – Loki. That's two votes Loki," the host recaps.

The Unsavory Charlatan reaches into the voting box again and opens the next piece of parchment. "Third vote – Loki," the Unsavory Charlatan begins, revealing the vote to the survivors. He reaches into the box once more, "Fourth vote – Loki," the host says again, "That's four votes Loki."

Loki turns to Vidcund, clearly panicked. Pascal leans forward from behind him. "Wait for it..." he whispers to his rival.

The Unsavory Charlatan reaches into the box and pulls out the next vote. "Fifth vote – Pollination Tech #9," he states, grabbing another vote and turning it over, "Sixth vote – Pollination Tech #9," he reveals, "That's four votes Loki, two votes Pollination Tech #9."

The host sighs as he reaches his hand into the voting box for the seventh time that day. "Seventh vote – Pollination Tech #9," he says once more, his hands cramping up a bit as he grabs yet another piece of parchment, "Eighth vote – Pollination Tech #9," he states. In front of him, Jenny looks distressed.

"Alright, so here's where we stand. We are tied with four votes for Loki and four votes for Pollination Tech #9 with one vote left," he recaps, "If this vote is for anyone but the two men that I have previously named then we will be forced to do a tiebreaker. If not, then either Loki or Pollination Tech #9 will become the sixth person voted out of this game and the first member of our jury," he says, reaching into the voting box for the ninth time, "I'll read the vote."

The Unsavory Charlatan grabs the final vote and opens it up, sighing as he glances down at the piece of parchment. "Sixth person voted out of Survivor: Strangetown Edition and the first member of our jury is…Pollination Tech #9," he says, turning over the final vote. "Pollination Tech #9, you'll need to bring me your torch."

Nearby, Loki has his head between his legs, trying to control his shock. Vidcund gently pats Loki's back as Crystal, Nervous, and Pollination Tech #9 himself stand speechless behind him. Crystal and Nervous Subject walk over and hug Pollination Tech #9 before Jenny gets up and embraces him, bursting into tears.

"It's alright Jenny, I'll be fine," he reassures her, "Stay strong," he adds, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Do it for the kids."

Jenny pulls back and weakly nods, brushing the hair away from her tear-drenched face. She takes her seat down on the stool next to Crystal. Crystal wraps her arm around her as Pollination Tech #9 places his torch down in front of the Unsavory Charlatan.

"Pollination Tech #9, the tribe has spoken," the Unsavory Charlatan announces, snuffing out Pollination Tech #9's torch, "It's time for you to go."

Pollination Tech #9 nods and turns around, giving a big wave to the others. "Goodbye guys and good luck! Remember, I'll be watching, so you better give it your all!" he calls out, before exiting the premises.

The Unsavory Charlatan nods and turns back to the eight remaining castaways. "Well you've made your decision, but at what cost?" he asks them, pausing a bit to allow his words to sink in, "There is no telling what will happen from here. Grab your stuff and head back to camp. Goodnight."

The eight remaining survivors grab their belongings and exit the tribal council area, walking into the night.

Pollination Tech #9 Smith
Closing Words

Wow. That was incredible. I can't get over how great this experience was for me. I made a few friends, I got to spend time with my neighbors, and even though I only got to spend a few days with my wife, I enjoyed every minute of it. I am looking forward to being a part of the jury. I heard they have this pretty awesome place called Ponderosa where all the cast-offs get to hang out, so that should be fun. Good luck guys, especially you Jenny. I know you'll make the kids proud. You already made me proud.

Next time on Survivor…

…All secrets are out and things are about to get crazy…

Circe Beaker
Chief of Staff/Can Make You Scream 238 Different Ways

Vengeful Circe is back! And my God, I've missed her!

…and no one regrets it more than Vidcund…

Vidcund Curious
Plant Biologist/Dresses Like He's Eighty

You know how you regret doing something so much that you feel like you're going to vomit every time you open your mouth? Yeah, that's only a fraction of what I'm experiencing right now!

...And just when things couldn't get any worse…

"Those guys got another thing coming if they think they can outplay me!" Circe tells the camera, "If they think I'm just a pretty face who's going to follow along with their little master plan, then they're sadly mistaken."

…they do…

"We're losing him!" Pascal shouts to his brother.

Lazlo scrunches his forehead, "Did we ever have him?"

…And then…

"I'll vote off every one of you Curiouses until there's nothing left of you!" Circe yells, half of the tribe looking terrified behind her.

Pascal steps in front of his youngest brother, his stance firm. "Psh, yeah right. We're not scared of you! Right, Lazlo?"

Pascal turns around only to find Lazlo cowering in fear, his whole body shaking.

…All that and more, next time!