Recap: Meat managed to get himself to the island, but passed out before he could be of any help to the Muscle League. Kevin and Mars had a frank discussion about babies, fatherhood and the girls that was – unfortunately for them – caught on camera and broadcast live on television; the girls were not happy with what they heard…


Chapter 9 – The Great Escape

Kevin tried to push himself harder, tried to fight the exhaustion that was rapidly taking over his being, tried to finish the running task before the sun disappeared from view; but his body was refusing to co-operate. Something had not settled in the pit of his stomach since lunchtime that day. Mars suggested that it had been the slightly less-than-fresh pork meat he had eaten, but Kevin suspected it was not something physical that was tormenting his senses, but rather something psychological, particularly since he had been unable to shake the memories of his mother after the birth of Edward since relating them to Mars.

The Bad Blood Tournament had ended several months earlier, but Kevin was distinctly aware that since it had occurred, life had not quite been the same. Something was wrong, but he could figure out just what it was, and for some reason, the nagging idea that something was amiss was playing on his mind, and for the first time in his life, he found his own thoughts distracting him from physical activity.

"Dude, you know, you really need to step it up."

Kevin shifted his eyes to Kid Muscle, who was standing picking his nose as he watched Kevin run. It was the Muscle League's sixth day on the island, and after six days without proper food, exercise facilities, cleaning facilities, toilets and only each other for company, they all looked a little rundown. But for some completely bizarre and inexplicable reason, Kid Muscle looked as though he had been washed ashore after one hundred and six days at sea. Kevin contemplated asking the Kinniku prince why he looked so much worse than everyone else, but Kid suddenly let loose a fart that almost suffocated Kevin, causing him to trip and fall off the treadmill.

"You son of a bitch!" Mars yelled, waving a fist at them from across the beach.

"Kid, what the hell are ya doin'?" Terry called over. "We ain't got time for this, leave Kevin be!"

Kevin coughed and spluttered, struggling with his mask as he began to retch, trying desperately to get the mask off before he vomited into it. Through his struggle he saw Kid wander over to the running machine, eying it over curiously for a moment before hopping onto it and breaking into a run. Kevin paused, his mask at an odd angle, metal covering one of his eyes, but the other still peering through the eyehole. He watched on in disbelief as Kid Muscle let out a roar of determination, a brilliant blue glow illuminating the dusky beach around them as he broke into a shockingly fast sprint.

Kevin struggled with his mask again, finally removing it in time to see the counter above Kid clock 3.2 million kilometres in the instant before the last twinkle of sunlight faded on the horizon. Kid leapt off of the machine and began punching at the air, his grin so wide his fish lips obscured his neck and most of the rest of his head.

"Lucky son of a bitch…" Terry muttered.

"Did you see that?" Kid whooped, leaping around in delight. "I totally nailed the task and saved us all! You all voted for me to leave the island, but I just saved you all! I did it, even though my penis kinda hurts."

"You are a penis!" Mars snapped irritably as Kid danced around him.

Kid appeared not to hear Mars's insult though, as he continued dancing around, only stopping as the sphere carrying Doc and Mac began to descend towards them.

"Well at least things might be a little more civilised around here from now on," Terry muttered as the sphere landed softly on the sand.

"Or not," Dik Dik said dryly. "After all, Kid Muscle and Mars are still here."

"Hey!" Kid and Mars both snapped.

Dik Dik merely rolled his eyes in reply. The sphere began to open, and the sight that greeted the awaiting Chojins made them all gasp in shock.

"Hey, are you guys okay?" Wally asked, stepping closer to the sphere.

"No sleep!" Mac said a little too loudly, holding up a half-drunk mug of thick, black coffee in a shaking hand. "Twenty-four hour show!"

"Can't sleep!" Doc yelled. "Here's your prize!"

Doc and Mac began hurling small backpacks at the contestants, who all yelled out complaints until the barrage stopped.

"Hey Kevin, Mars?" Mac yelled, apparently unable to control the volume of his voice.

Kevin and Mars leaned a little closer to the sphere, warily eying Mac over. He had removed his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to the elbow, opened the collar, tied his tie around his forehead, and his face was unusually dark, between the bushy beard he had grown and the thick dark circles beneath his eyes.

"You can't get away from the cameras here, they follow you everywhere," he continued.

"It's the same at HQ," Doc added, his voice no less quiet than Mac's.

Doc had given up hiding his baldhead, his eyes as black as Mac's, and a splatter or grey stubble dirtying the lower half of his face.

"See?" Mac said suddenly, pointing over his shoulder at the screen mounted behind them.

Doc tapped at a few buttons on the console in front of him with shaking fingers, bringing up an image of Roxanne and Trixie, apparently filmed by a hidden camera spying on them in a hallway within the IWF headquarters.

"Kevin Mask is such a dick," Trixie said. "I can't believe he called me a cheap nasty whore! He's the whore!"

"Yeah, and where does Mars get off saying I'm gonna get fat when I become a mom?" Roxanne added.

"They're a pair of insensitive c–"

The image switched to another before Trixie could finish her insult as Doc pressed a button, another apparent hidden camera filming Sally and Kiki playing on the screen.

"What am I gonna do?" Kiki wailed.

Sally put an arm around Kiki's shoulders and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm so scared!" Kiki sobbed.

"It's okay, it will be fine!" Sally said softly. "Don't listen to Kevin Mask, and Mars is just… Panicking. I'm sure neither of them meant what they said."

Doc pressed another button, revealing yet another secretly filmed scene from the IWF headquarters, this time showing a tall figure standing in a long, sweeping coat, a large yellow suitcase in one hand.

"Are you leaving?" Roxanne asked, dashing onto the screen.

"Yeah. I'm going to ask King Muscle if he'll take me back as his chef. Do you want to come with me?"

"Well…"

Doc pressed another button and the screen went blank.

"Hey, put that back on!" Kid demanded. "Did Roxanne go to Muscle Planet or not?"

"We're not allowed to say," Doc shouted.

"Already said too much!" Mac added.

"Like hell you have!" Kevin snapped, lunging at the sphere.

But before he could reach it, the sphere shot up into the air, the roof snapping shut, hiding the commentators from view.

"Dose camera can't follow us everywhere," Mars said darkly, picking up a backpack and eying it over thoughtfully. "I say we pack up da food and move away from here. Go into da jungle and hide out until dey end dis shit and send a helicopter."

"Good idea," Kevin admitted, standing up and dusting the sand from his jeans. "But we might not need to go that far. Where's Meat?"

The others turned to Wally, who was holding Meat's limp form in his arms.

"He doesn't look so good," Wally said quietly.

"That's how he always looks!" Kevin said dismissively. "Wake him up!"

"We can't!" Terry cut in. "He ain't doin' so well, we think he hurt himself on the way here, or else he's caught somethin'."

Kevin sighed, scratching at his head as he considered his options. If Meat was incapacitated, he would be of no help, and perhaps Mars's plan would be the most effective and efficient for escaping the island. And, he thought to himself, if Amy was trying to get back to Muscle Planet, he really had to get off the island quite quickly.

"Everybody pack a bag, we'll start tonight, camp out in the jungle, and tomorrow morning, we'll go deeper into the trees," he concluded. "Kid Muscle, you ran away into the jungle, Dik Dik Van Dik, you've been quite far in looking for food, the two of you can help guide us since you already know which areas are exposed to cameras."

Dik Dik nodded and Kid adjusted his crotch with a small wince.

"One way or another, we're getting off this island," Kevin said with finality.

"Alright!" Terry said, putting out his hand.

The others all clapped their hands on top of each other's before setting about packing up anything useful from the beach and preparing to journey into the jungle.


Kiki sniffed, dabbing at her nose with a soggy tissue. She smiled a little as she sighted Amy's suitcase, which was bright yellow and covered with Hello Kitty faces.

"Hey, I love your case," she said, sitting down next to Amy.

"Thanks," Amy replied with a small nod.

"I bet Kevin hates it," Kiki added.

"I don't really care what he thinks about anything any more," Amy said coldly.

"Oh…"

Kiki started to look about herself, feeling a little awkward after Amy's last remark; but she soon found something that made her forget all about Amy's cold words.

"Roxanne!" she yelped. "Are you leaving too?"

Roxanne sighed, placing down a suitcase by Amy's.

"I can't stay here Kiki, I'm going crazy!" Roxanne said with a sigh. "If it's not Kid doing something stupid on the show it's Kevin saying something embarrassing or Mars insulting me!"

"Mars didn't mean any of those things!" Kiki whimpered, tears welling in her eyes.

"Well…" Roxanne began, kicking at her case as words escaped her.

"You should come with us too," Amy suggested, turning to Kiki.

"Hey, that's a great idea!" Roxanne brightened. "Come with us, Kiki! We'll take Trixie too!"

"I don't know if I should…" Kiki said slowly.

"Go on Kiki, we'll have a fantastic time!" Roxanne insisted. "Look, here comes Suguru now, I bet if we ask him, he'd love to have us all stay with him!"

"King Muscle!" Amy said, standing as he approached.

"Hello," he greeted her, tilting his head a little.

"I want to ask for my old job back," Amy asked. "I want to go back to Muscle Planet with you."

"Your old job…?" King Muscle said curiously, scratching at his head.

"Yes…" Amy said slowly, looking a little concerned. "If you'll have me, of course."

"Who are you?" King Muscle asked her.

"Amy," Amy replied. "Amy MacLeod."

King Muscle shook his head and shrugged.

"I worked for you at Muscleham Palace!" Amy continued. "I only left because I was abducted by Edward Mask, and then…"

Amy tilted her head to one side as King Muscle continued to stare blankly at her.

"I was your chef," she said flatly.

"Chef?" he said slowly. "My chef left. I don't remember why…"

Amy groaned, hanging her head in despair.

"Hey, Suguru, can we come and stay with you until this stupid show is over?" Roxanne asked, stepping forwards. "We're all getting sick of Jacqueline McMadd twisting everything, and we need to get away. Can we come stay with you?"

King Muscle opened his mouth to reply but stopped short as Belinda slapped him on the chest and stepped between him and the girls.

"I don't think that's a good idea," she said. "I'm sorry Roxanne, I know this must be hard for you, but… Well, I don't think running away is the right answer."

Roxanne turned and looked back at Kiki and Amy before slowly nodding her head.

"I guess so," she reluctantly agreed. "I just hope Meat pulls through for us."


Kevin rubbed sleepily at his eyes before pushing his hair back from his face. Since Amy had introduced him to hairbrushes he was beginning to see the advantage of using them, as his hair had become positively wild since landing on the island. Scratching at his cheek he could feel that he had grown a substantial coating of facial hair, which was only making the heat all the more unbearable. As his hand dropped to his side it collided with his backpack, which he had used as a pillow the night before. Kevin allowed himself to smile in relief as he felt the shape of a can of shaving foam, gladly hoisting up the bag and carrying it over the large pool by the foot of a small waterfall the gang had chosen to set up camp next to.

Yawning and looking about to check that the others were all still asleep, Kevin opened his bag and retrieved his newly acquired toiletries before scratching his rear end, spitting and stripping off his clothes.

Kevin leapt into the pool and dunked himself under the water, relaxing below the water's surface for a moment before resurfacing and grabbing a bottle of body wash and gladly squirting it over himself. He stepped up onto the rocks by the edge of the pool and soaped himself up, including his hair, and then dived back in, swimming around until the soap bubbles disappeared from the water. He then hopped out of the water, sitting by the edge and lifting his hair back over his shoulders. He sprayed the shaving foam over his face and happily shaved it off again, feeling immensely relieved to be clean again.

A small, light breeze swept by, carrying a sweet scent with it. Kevin lifted his chin sniffing experimentally at the air, before realising that the smell was in fact coming from his own hair. He pulled a chunk of dripping wet blonde hair over his right shoulder, lifting it up to his nose and sniffing at, smiling when he found that it was in fact his hair that smelt so sweet.

Kevin froze, his finger still pressing his wet hair against his nose, his eyes locked onto a pair of golden eyes staring back at him with as much horror as he suddenly felt.

Sitting a short distance from him, by the edge of the pool, was a naked Mars, looking suddenly clean and a little more like his usual self – though he appeared a little asymmetrical somehow. As his hand wavered a little at the side of his head, Kevin suddenly realised what was amiss about his friend: apparently Mars had only finished applying eyeliner to one eye, and was just starting on the other.

"Hey Kev," Mars said in a low voice. "Whatcha doin'?"

Kevin hurriedly dropped his hair and straightened his back defensively.

"Mars," he said tightly. "What are you doing?"

"Uh…" Mars began, looking down at the eyeliner pen in his hand. "Um…"

Kevin arched his eyebrows expectantly as he watched Mars apparently debate what to do next.

"You might as well finish what you started," Kevin suggested.

"Yeah…" Mars said slowly. "Hey, you ain't gonna tell nobody about dis, right?"

"Sure," Kevin said, before clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Besides…" Mars began, lifting the pen to his eye again. "It ain't like I was gettin' off on da smell o' my own hair…"

Kevin growled to himself.

"Well thank fuck we're not on camera now," he grumbled. "Because anybody who saw us like this would never believe that we were Chojin Crown finalists!"

"Yeah," Mars said slowly. "I guess not, huh?"

Kevin looked down at the water for a moment, before a smile began to tug at his lips.

"Mars?" he said quietly, turning to grin slyly at his friend.

"Yeah?" Mars grunted, dropping his eyeliner pen back into his bag.

"How long have you been doing that?" Kevin asked.

"Doin' what?" Mars asked.

"Y'know…" Kevin said, pointing at his back. "Wearing make-up."

"Hey, you said we wasn't gonna talk about dis! How long have you been sniffin' your own hair?"

"I was just curious! I never saw you do it before, but when I think about it, you've always had that sort of definition about your eyes. Were you doing that when we were in the DMP?"

"Dat ain't important."

"Bloody hell Mars! What if Doomsmane had caught you – oh, Mars, no! He did catch you?"

"Yeah, well dat ain't nothin'! What about dat time I caught you wid your hand in your–"

"I already told you, I was having a scratch!"

"Yeah, maybe "scratch" is da word you use in England, but where I come from, it's called havin' a wan–"

"I was very alone!"

"I took you to Da Palace, you moron! Why da hell do ya think I always went dere, huh?"

"But that was despicable!"

"More despicable dan usin' your own sock to jer–"

"We're not having this conversation!"

"Okay."

Kevin growled out frustrated sigh, kicking at the water.

"Hey, y'know, dis ain't easy for me neither," Mars said quietly. "Bein' stuck here like dis for no good reason… It's like bein' back at da damn Hercules Factory. Man, dose days were hell."

"Was it harder than training at the DMP?" Kevin asked.

"No, it was about da same," Mars replied. "But I couldn't go nowhere, and I was surrounded by a bunch a do-gooder assholes. I got no fun and I got no… Release…"

Kevin nodded his understanding.

"It's real hard," Mars continued. "Dat's been a week since we got here, and I ain't had no lovin' for along time before dat, cause Kiki was still mad about me puttin' my ass on dose five grand notes."

Kevin snorted, his shoulders shaking a little.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking, anyway?" he asked. "Why did you do it?"

"I was bored," Mars replied with a shrug.

"You're an idiot!" Kevin scolded him.

"Oh yeah?" Mars sneered. "Well at least I ain't livin' in da castle Nick Hasler filmed his little music video in!"

"You were living there!" Kevin pointed out.

"I ain't no more!"

"Better to live where a music video was filmed than at my girlfriend's parents' house!"

"You live in your daddy's house!"

"Shut-up, bitch!"

Kevin kicked at the water, sending a wave of water at Mars. Mars scowled at him before copying his action, kicking water at Kevin. They paused, eying each other over for a moment before kicking and swiping at the water, sending waves of water tumbling over the edges of the pool. After a several seconds of frenzied splashing, Mars slowly began to stop, his eyes thinning as he found Kevin doubled over with laughter.

"Da hell is wrong wid you?" he demanded.

"Your face…" Kevin laughed.

Mars looked down at the partially reflective surface of the water, finding black smudges around his eyes that were starting to drip down his face.

"You rat-bastard!" he yelled, launching himself into the air and colliding with Kevin.

The two wrestled on in the water, oblivious to the fact that they had gained themselves an audience.

"Hey Jaeger, does watching that make you hot?" Kid asked Jaeger.

Jaeger glowered at Kid for a moment before punching him hard in the jaw.


"Watching this is making me so hot!"

Roxanne turned sharply to Trixie, staring at her with wide eyes.

"I'm hormonal!" Trixie defended herself.

"I hope they show this in the highlights show tonight…" Dorothy said with a sigh. "Then maybe there won't be those little black boxes spoiling our view."

"Hey!" Kiki snapped, rounding on Dorothy angrily. "You shouldn't be looking at my boyfriend's… Bits! He's my boyfriend, and you're too young to be thinking like that!"

Kiki sat back hard in her chair, her eyes slowly moving to Roxanne and Trixie at her side, who were both staring at her with varying degrees of amusement.

"That was stupid," she concluded. "Dorothy, I'm sorry I snapped at you. I've just got so much on my mind right now. I totally forgot that everyone has already seen Mars naked about a million times anyway…"


"Suguru!"

Kid blinked owlishly as Meat staggered towards him with out-stretched arms and a goofy grin.

"It's Mantaro," Kid corrected him. "Man-ta-ro."

"Whatcha doin', Suguru?" Meat asked. "I already told ya: Miss Marie invited me to dinner, not you! You stay away from her, I saw her first!"

Kid leaned back as Meat swung a fist at him, watching bemusedly as he spun around on one foot before dropping to his knees.

"It sure is cold in here," he said. "Did you leave the door open again, Suguru?"

Kid tilted his head to one side as he watched Meat collapse to the ground and shiver, despite being directly under the mid-day sun.

"Hey you guys?" he said slowly. "There's something seriously wrong with Meat. I think he needs to see a doctor, he's not well."

"I reckon he's got a fever," Terry concluded.

"Well with any luck we'll all be off this island by sundown, and he can see a doctor when we get back home," Kevin said.

"But what if we don't get off the island tonight?" Kid asked. "Or tomorrow? Or the next day? What if we do have to stay here for eight weeks? What if Meat just gets sicker? He might… Kev, we have to do something."

Kevin was silently glad that he was wearing his mask, because his face had just contorted into a look of sceptical disgust. Kid Muscle never usually got serious about anything, least of all another person's welfare, but he looked particularly determined, and he did have a good point: Meat did look terrible.

"If we turn back now, we'll never got off dis island," Mars said.

"We can't let Meat die!" Terry argued.

"I think I agree with Mars," Dik Dik said slowly. "If we can hold out here for the next 24 hours, HQ are bound to send help. If we stay off camera, they won't have a show, and without a show, they have no reason to keep us here. They'll make more money off of us if they fly us back to Tokyo and make us do some pointless promo work."

"But you guys, what about Meat?" Wally pleaded. "Think about all he's done for us! He really is unwell we can't let him suffer! Think of all he must have gone through just to get here! He did all that just for us, we have to help him out!"

"But if he can hold on for just a day, maybe ve can all get off zhis island," Jaeger said, rubbing his chin as he eyed Meat over thoughtfully.

"We've gotta go back," Kid insisted.

"I don't really want to go back…" Kevin said carefully. "And the decision to go back isn't a unanimous one."

"Fine then!" Kid snapped. "I'll go back myself!"

"I'm comin' with ya, Kid!" Terry agreed.

"Me too," Wally said.

"Hey, it ain't good if we split up now!" Mars said, leaping in front of Kid to block his exit.

"Again, surprisingly, Mars is right," Dik Dik said with a small sigh. "We have to stick together. Either we all go back, or none of us do. I really think we should stay here a bit longer. They can't have a show if they can't film us."

"I zhink Meat vill be fine after some rest," Jaeger offered.

"He slept all night!" Kid yelled back. "He slept while we came here, he slept while we did, and he only woke up for like ten seconds just now!"

"Wake him up," Kevin suggested.

"Do what?" Terry echoed.

"Wake him up," Kevin repeated. "He could have been talking in his sleep, he wasn't making much sense. Wake him up and let's see how he is today. If he's still a blabbering idiot, we'll take him back to the beach and ask for help. If he's a bit more coherent, we carry on into the jungle."

Kid scrunched up his face at Kevin in a look he had not seen on the Kinniku's prince face since the Chojin Crown.

"You're a asshole, Kevin," he grumbled. "You never did like Meat. You still hate him because he saved Turbinski's life after you tried to kill him."

Kid turned his back on Kevin and dropped to his knees by Meat's side.

"Meat?" he said softly, pushing at Meat's shoulder.

"Hey Meat?" Terry tried.

"C'mon Meat, wake up!" Kid said. "Marie's here to see you!"

"Huh?" Meat groaned, his head moving from side to side and one leg twitching.

"Marie's here!" Kid repeated.

"M-miss Marie?" Meat muttered, slowly sitting up and clapping a hand against his forehead.

Meat slowly looked about himself, pausing as he looked at Kevin, Jaeger and Terry.

"Meat?" Kid said, bringing Meat's attention to him.

"Prince!" Meat brightened leaping up and grabbing his arms around Kid's neck. "Boy, am I glad to see you!"

Kid smiled, hugging Meat back.

"He's fine," Kevin concluded. "Let's keep moving."

Kid got to his feet, Meat still clinging to him. Terry picked up Kid's backpack, nodding his head to indicate that he would carry it for him so that Kid could carry Meat. The group all began moving deeper into the jungle, the air becoming thick and still and the light dimming as the trees and plants around them became taller and denser. After a few moments of walking in silence, Kevin felt something tug lightly at his hair by his right side. He turned his head a little, finding Kid walking alongside him, with an amused looking Meat hanging from his neck.

"Hey Mask!" Meat said, tugging at Kevin's hair again. "You need get yourself a hair-cut! Ya look more like a damn hippie than an English gentleman!"

Kevin grumbled out a few choice words under his breath, only to become further irritated when Meat merely laughed at him.

"C'mon Mask!" he said, tugging at Kevin's hair again. "What would Alice say if she could see you now?"

Kevin stopped short, glowering angrily at Meat. Kid continued walking, and Meat peered over Kid's shoulder, waving a hand at Kevin as the distance between them grew.

"That's what I thought!" Meat called back to him.

"Fucking idiot," Kevin grumbled, adjusting his backpack over his shoulder and starting off again.

"He's gotta point," Mars said with a shrug as he fell into step with Kevin.

"Oh what?" Kevin snorted. "You're a fine one to talk about appearances!"

"I'm just sayin', it ain't like you can wear your hair dat way forever…" Mars said slowly. "Ain't nothin' uglier dan an old man wid long grey hair…"

"I'm not an old man, you cheeky son of a bitch! You're three years older than me!"

"But I'm workin' it. You look like a Nick Hasler wannabe."

"Nick Hasler doesn't have long hair!"

"Sure buddy, whatever helps ya sleep at night."

Kevin thinned his eyes at Mars, who ignored him. He had never really thought about the length of his hair before, but since Meat and Mars had pointed it out to him, he found himself struggling to remember when he had last had a haircut.

Then it occurred to him: he had not had his hair cut since he ran away from home. And that had been more than eleven years ago.


"After this, we are never going to watch this show ever again," Roxanne announced. "Never. Not while it's still running, not when they show highlights, not when it's released on DVD, never. Never, ever again. Agreed?"

"Whatever, now get out the way!" Trixie snapped. "It's starting!"

Roxanne hurriedly moved from the television set to sit down next to Trixie. The girls all watched in silent fixation as the 10pm highlight show began with the earlier footage of Kevin Mask and Mars bathing.

"Holy crap!" Dorothy squealed. "I just saw…"

"Ohh!" the girls chorused, sitting back a little.

"Hey, what's that sound?" Kiki asked.

"Huh?" Roxanne asked, her jaw hanging open, her eyes locked onto the screen.

"That sound!" Kiki insisted. "Turn the volume up, Trixie!"

Trixie fumbled about at her side, here eyes refusing to move from the image before her long enough to locate the remote. A few seconds later her fingers closed around the remote, and she brought it around, pointing it at the screen and pressing the volume key until the green bar had slid most of the way across the screen.

"Hey…" Roxanne said slowly, frowning a little. "Kiki's right! What's that… What's that sound?"

"It sounds like someone slapping something!" Kiki added.

"Repeatedly," Roxanne said.

Trixie snorted.

"That's not someone slapping something…" she said slyly. "That's something, slapping someone…"

"Huh?" Roxanne and Kiki echoed.

"Oh my goodness!" Dorothy yelped. "Look at that! It's totally slapping against his thighs!"

The girls all screamed, at first in shock, but then in delight as they located the source of the sound.

"Oh God, my parents will never let Mars back in their house after this!" Kiki groaned.

"This is so awesome!" Dorothy said with a sigh.

"Should you be watching this?" Kiki snapped at her. "You're too young to even know what that is, let alone sit and watch it… Slapping about on television!"

"Ah, leave her alone!" Trixie said with a wave of her hand.

"None of you should be watching this!" Kiki concluded, leaping to her feet.

"Oh no?" Roxanne asked, pointing at the screen.

Kiki turned to the screen to see a full-body shot of Kevin Mask, completely naked, rubbing at his hair with a towel.

"Oh my!" she gasped, dropping back down into her seat.

Trixie let out a low, sinister laugh, wiggling the remote in the air.

"I totally just recorded all of that!" she said.

"We said we weren't gonna watch any of this ever again!" Roxanne pointed out.

"You said that," Kiki muttered, grabbing the remote from Trixie. "We never agreed. Now Trixie, how do we get this thing to replay in slow motion?"


Next Chapter: In a bid to flush out the hiding Chojins, Jacqueline sets up another eviction from the island; but since the gang are off radar, she allows their families back at HQ to cast their votes for who should leave the island next, which rapidly dissolves into in-fighting between the girls. Back on the island, Meat's health continues to deteriorate, though the others begin to find their curiosity over-taking their concern as Meat, in his fevered state, reverts to his 1980s self. Chapter 10 – Jungle Fever.