A/N: This fic is now longer than Bad Boys… I thought it would be about the same length, maybe only a little bit longer. Looks like it's catching up with I Want You Bad now, as I am 10 chapters, 45K words in, and there's still only been one eviction from the island (six more to go)… Not to mention the end-story as the finalists arrive back home!

Recap: The gang entered the jungle to escape the cameras, blissfully unaware that they were still being filmed. Meat still seemed a little weird, and the girls could not stop themselves watching the show.

Chapter 10 – Jungle Fever

Jacqueline growled out in frustration, balling the memo in her hand and bouncing it off of Ikeman's head.

"Don't even think about laughing at me!" she warned him as he started to smirk. "This isn't funny! How the hell can seven Chojins go missing?"

Jacqueline growled again, standing from her chair and moving over to the wall of small television screens, each displaying the footage from one of the many cameras in and around the island Chojin Desert Island Survivor was being broadcast from. Other than the occasional bird, shark or snake, there was no sign of movement about the island. The last camera, an aerial spy camera Jacqueline had proudly acquired from the Japanese military, had lost sound almost three hours earlier, and finally lost sight of the competitors about an hour after that. To prevent the channel from being filled with dead air, the crew had been replaying highlights of the show and commercials for IWF merchandise, but Jacqueline knew that the fans would start to lose interest if nothing new happened soon.

"I think you did this," she said darkly.

"What?" Ikeman echoed behind her.

"You did this," she repeated, rounding on her elder brother. "You made this happen! You bribed the crew to sabotage my show!"

"I wouldn't do anything so petty!" he yelped. "How dare you accuse me of such childish behaviour?"

"Can the crap, Ikeman! I've known you all my life, you've always been insanely jealous of me! You've tried to ruin everything I've ever done!"

"Hey, it's the other way around, sister! You've ruined everything of mine! You stole all my toys when you were a child, you broke all of my things, you stole the Chojin Crown from me and now you're trying to steal the chair of the IWF!"

"I've earned it! I love this business, you just love the money!"

"You love money too!"

"But I also love wrestling! You only love the money! You wouldn't care if this was a damn circus! You just want the money!"

"You know nothing of this business!"

"This isn't over, Ikeman! I won't give up. Not until I have the chair!"

Ikeman leapt back as Jacqueline stormed past him towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked tentatively.

"I'm going to speak to our marketing department," she said flatly. "I think it's time for a sequel, don't you?"

She slammed the door shut before Ikeman could ask her what she was talking about: though he was partially glad, as his heart was still racing. She may be a lot smaller than he was, but Ikeman was still terrified of his little sister.

"I can't believe we ain't got no more food!" Mars groaned.

"Well, we did gamble half of it on that task that Kid Muscle ruined for us…" Kevin pointed out.

"What if we starve to death?" Kid gasped. "It would be like total survivor then, cause we would have to eat each other!"

"The vote on that one was already unanimous: we're eating you first," Dik Dik said darkly.

"Ain't you meant to be a vegetarian?" Mars asked him.

"Kid's the smallest guy here," Terry said slowly. "We really oughta eat the biggest guy first. That way he would last longer, and we wouldn't need to kill nobody else so soon."

Kevin and Mars stiffened as they suddenly found six pairs of eyes looking at them.

"He's bigger than me!" they both said, pointing at each other.

"You son of a bitch!" Mars yelped, turning to Kevin. "What about all dose times I saved your ass!"

"I have more to live for," Kevin replied with a shrug. "And besides, that's an undignified end. I refuse to die that way. None of you could kill me anyway! I'd kill you all first!"

"I dunno, none of us really likes you…" Kid muttered, picking his nose and admiring his findings. "Vengeance is a pretty good motivator…"

"Who the hell are you, anyway?"

The gang fell silent all turning to Meat, who was squinting up at Mars.

"Huh?" Mars echoed.

"I don't remember you!" Meat said, waggling a finger at him. "Hey Mask, who's your friend?"

Kevin pulled a face at Meat, which of course was a waste of time, since he was wearing his mask.

"This is Mars, remember?" he said carefully.

"Huh?" Meat echoed. "Who in the hell is Mars? And where the hell is Warsman, anyway?"

Meat looked around the others with a look of confusion and mild disgust.

"And who the hell is that guy?" he asked, pointing at Wally. "And you!" he added, pointing at Dik Dik.

"That's Wally Tusket, and this here is Dik Dik Van Dik!" Terry explained. "Are feelin' alright, Meat?"

"Sure Terry, I feel great!" Meat replied. "And hey, how's Natsuko, huh?"

"Uh… My momma's fine, thanks…" Terry slowly replied.

"Hey you're a lucky guy, Terry!" Meat said, grinning slyly. "That Natsuko's got a fantastic ass!"

"Hey!" Terry yelped. "That ain't… I mean that's just… Ya can't go around talkin' about my momma like that! The hell is wrong with you?"

"Ooh!" Meat said, giggling to himself. "You're so protective of that girl!"

"Damn right I am!" Terry retorted.

"I zhink maybe he is still a little sick," Jaeger whispered to Terry.

"Hey, you!" Meat said, pointing at Jaeger. "You… You… How ya doin'?"

"Good…" Jaeger said slowly. "How are you?"

"I'm great… But I've seen the way you look at Miss Marie. Now you listen to me: you keep your hands offa her, or… Or there's gonna be trouble, ya hear?"

Jaeger began to blush, struggling to find words to respond to Meat's accusation.

"Sh-she's old enough to be my mozher!" he eventually managed.

"Older women are kinda hot though," Kid said, nodding his head. "And Marie does have a really nice rack."

Kid screamed as Meat slapped him across the face and then kicked him in the jaw.

"And you were worried he wasn't going to make it through the day…" Kevin muttered, rolling his eyes.

"He isn't himself though," Wally pointed out. "I've never heard Meat talk like that before."

"Yeah, and he can't even remember half of us!" Terry added.

"I don't think he remembers any of us," Dik Dik said. "I think he has some kind of jungle fever, he isn't making much sense."

"He remembers me!" Kid groaned from his position balled up on the ground.

"And he remembers me," Jaeger said.

"He remembers me," Kevin said. "Though I don't really appreciate him talking about my mother like that."

"Exactly!" Terry said. "He's talkin' like he remembers us, but he keeps talkin' about our mothers, like… Well it's kinda like–"

"Who cares?" Mars interrupted. "We're nearly outta food here. Unless we can catch dose birds flyin' about, we're gonna have to go back."

"You all worry too much about food," Kevin said flatly. "It wouldn't do any of you any harm to go a day without food, you know."

Kid grumbled something indecipherable before getting to his feet. Kevin cast him a cold, warning look, but Kid ignored him. Kevin started to point out that it had grown quite dark, and so the day would soon be over, and surely by morning the IWF would have sent a search party; but under the canopy of the jungle, it was almost impossible to tell what time of day it was, and they did not seem to have been travelling for very long before they stopped to eat the meal that finished their food supply.

"Hm…" he muttered, looking upwards in thought.

"It ain't good," Mars whispered to him. "We're stuck here wid no food, no girls, and dese assholes."

Kevin looked around the group, who only looked marginally better after cleaning themselves up with their newly received toiletries. Kid Muscle still looked ten times dirtier, more exhausted and untidier than the others, but Kevin was beginning to think that perhaps that was just how he normally looked and he had simply never noticed it until they landed on the island and he had been forced to spend a prolonged period of time in close company with the Kinniku prince.

"Just one more day," Kevin insisted. "I'm sure we can all hold on for just one more day, and I'm also sure those McMadds will send for us long before that."

"What the hell is this?" Trixie asked, waving a sheet of paper dangerously close to Jacqueline's nose.

Jacqueline groaned, rolling her eyes impatiently.

"I already told you," she said tightly. "It's something I thought you might like: it's a ballot paper for Chojin Desert Island Survivor."

"You want us to vote someone off?" Roxanne asked.

"As is implied by the ballot paper, yes, I would like you to vote for the next eviction!" Jacqueline ground out impatiently.

"I don't think that this is such a good idea…" Kiki said slowly. "We're all going to vote for our own men. You won't get a result you can work with."

"What?" Trixie snapped, rounding on Kiki.

"Well, I would of course vote for Mars," Kiki began. "Roxanne would vote for Kid, you would vote for Terry–"

"Everybody should be voting for Terry!" Trixie interrupted her, glaring around the others all holding a ballot paper. "My wedding is in three days' time! I have three days to get my fiancé back to Texas, so anybody who doesn't vote for Terry is single-handedly trying to ruin my wedding!"

"That's selfish, Trixie!" Roxanne snapped. "You can marry Terry any time! Just reschedule! What about me? I need Kid back!"

"You're little problem is nothing compared to my wedding!" Trixie yelled back at her.

"You're both being selfish!" Kiki yelled. "What about Mars? Do any of you have any idea how long I've been planning this? I'm not doing this on my own!"

"Hey, how come Wally's family get two votes?" Roxanne demanded.

"You're getting four!" Trixie snapped. "Yours, your mom's, King Muscle's and Belinda's!"

"And Kevin's getting two!" Kiki moaned. "I'm the only one here who would vote for Mars!"

"So basically you voting for Mars is a waste of time," Trixie said slyly. "You ought to vote for Terry instead."

"Maybe I'll just vote for Kevin Mask," Kiki said, turning up her nose at Trixie.

"Why would you do that?" Trixie asked. "You would vote for that dick just to piss me off?"

"No," Kiki said, shaking her head.

"What about my brother?" Dorothy shouted, jumping into the foray. "He's too sensitive to be stuck on that island with all those other jerks!"

"Screw that fat bastard, I want my Terry back!" Trixie roared, rounding on Dorothy.

"You're a horrible girl!" Dorothy retailiated.

Jacqueline stood back with a grin as she watched the cameras circle around the arguing girls, broadcasting their every word on live television. Their argument was not quite as exciting as the events on the island, but at least it would keep the viewing figures up, and once they had cast their votes, the prospect of one of the contestants getting to escape ought to be enough to bring all seven of them out of hiding.

"I'm a genius!" she said quietly to herself. "I'm a rich, successful, smart, gorgeous genius. And I'm the next chairman of the IWF…"

"Well, honestly, I thought that the vote was going to be private…" Roxanne began nervously, sweating a little under the intense heat of the spotlights shining down on her. "But my vote is really no secret anyway. I voted for Kid Muscle. Not because I don't think that he deserves to be entertaining the fans, just because I want him home."

"I voted for Terry Kenyon," Trixie said flatly as the camera shifted to her. "Just like everybody else should have done."

On a large screen behind them, a single coloured bar appeared below each of the pictures of Kid and Terry.

"I voted for Mars," Kiki said softly, a bar lighting up beneath Mars as she said his name.

"I voted for my Wally!" Mrs Tusket said.

"I voted for Wally too!" Dorothy said.

"I voted for Dik Dik Van Dik," Sally said.

"I voted for Mantaro," King Muscle said.

"I voted for Mantaro," Belinda said.

"I voted for Mantaro," Marie said.

Jacqueline tensed as the camera panned to an empty seat.

"Where the hell is Meat?" she hissed.

"On the island!" one of the crew whispered back.

"What? How the hell did that happen?"

"We have dead air!"

"Go to the next voter!"

The camera shifted to Robin Mask.

"I voted for Kevin," he said.

"I voted for Kid Muscle," Amy said flatly.

The others all turned to look at her with varying degrees of shock.

"You-you what?" Robin muttered.

"I voted for Kid Muscle," she repeated. "I like Kid. He's not a total dick-head."

"Holy shit!" Trixie muttered, turning to Roxanne with wide eyes.

"Hey Amy, are you sure?" Kiki called over to her.

"Yeah Amy, look!" Roxanne said, pointing at the scoreboard behind them. "Kid's already got loads of votes, he'll be up for eviction regardless of how you vote! If you vote for Kevin, he'll have two votes, and that means he'll be up for eviction with Kid and Wally! You want him off the island, right?"

"Not particularly," Amy said coldly.

"O-kay…" Trixie said slowly, her eyebrows twisting on her forehead.

"There you have it, viewers!" Jacqueline said confidently, strutting out in front of the camera, blocking out the girls behind her. "The phone lines will open at midnight tonight and close at 8pm tomorrow evening. Call in for who you would most like to see leave the island: Kid Muscle or Wally Tusket!"

"Kevin!"

Kevin groaned, rolling onto his back.

"Kevin, wake up!"

"Amy, it's the middle of the night!" Kevin mumbled.

"Dude, you gotta wake up! Please!"

"Hm-uh?"

Kevin slowly blinked, his dull surroundings gradually coming into focus. He grunted out a noise of alarm, scrambling back as he found himself looking directly up at Kid Muscle, who was leaning over him with what could only be described as a look of fearful concern.

"Kevin, Meat's gone totally nuts!" Kid hissed.

Kevin sat up and looked about himself, finding the other five Chojins still sleeping soundly. The partial light around them suggested that it was past dawn, but as he still felt tired, he could only assume that it was still very early.

"What are you talking about?" he groaned, turning back to Kid.

Kid whimpered out a small noise and pointed off to one side. Kevin turned in the direction Kid's finger was aimed, his eyes doubling in size at what he found. Standing atop a large boulder was what appeared to be a hungry, angry pygmy.

"What are we gonna do?" Kid hissed.

Kevin slowly got to his feet, unsure whether or not his eyes were deceiving him. The figure glaring back at them was about the same size as Meat, and appeared to be wearing the same shorts Meat usually wore, but he had nothing else in common with Kid's minute manager. This man was covered in some sort of waxy body-paint, he was not wearing glasses as Meat usually did nor was he wearing a Kinniku mask. His features were small and sharp, and he had an unexpectedly thick head of black hair, that spiked out in every direction.

"Meat?" Kevin said cautiously.

The man growled a little, tightening his grip on the makeshift spear he was brandishing in one hand.

"Meat, it's us!" Kid called to him. "Mantaro and Kevin, remember?"

"I got breakfast," the man answered, lifting up his other hand to reveal three dead birds.

"He sounds like Meat…" Kevin mused.

"It is Meat!" Kid hissed, cowering behind Kevin. "He took off his mask and cloak and then he started wiping that tar stuff all over himself. He called me Suguru and then he just disappeared!"

"You boys better eat up!" Meat said. "C'mon Prince, Robin."

"What?" Kevin snapped.

"C'mon Robin," Meat said again.

"You bastard!" Kevin yelled, his voice loud enough to wake the others.

"What in tarnation's goin' on?" Terry moaned, pushing himself up.

"What in the name of all that is holy…?" Dik Dik gasped, scrambling to his feet, his eyes staring at Meat.

"The little man has gone crazy," Kevin warned them. "You were right: he's got jungle fever, or something. He just called me Robin, the dirty bastard!"

"We have to get him out of here!" Wally insisted. "He obviously isn't well!"

"I hate to admit it, but the walrus is right," Kevin reluctantly agreed. "Everybody pack up and let's get the hell out of here."

"A-Are you gonna take Meat?" Kid asked cautiously.

"He's your responsibility," Kevin flatly replied.

"I knew you were gonna say that!" Kid whimpered.

With a long, over-dramatic sigh, Kid started towards Meat.

"Hey Suguru!" Meat greeted him as he drew near. "Start a fire and let's eat!"

Kid paused, eying over Meat's catch thoughtfully.

"Hey you guys?" he said slowly, looking back over his shoulder.

"Let's eat first," Terry agreed.

"Yeah," Wally agreed. "Maybe the smell of food will wake up that lazy bum."

Kevin looked down sharply, wondering who of the group could possibly have slept through the past few moments of shouting and scrambling about.

"Of course…" he groaned. "Get up, scarface!"

He kicked without restraint at Mars, who rolled over with a groan.

"Not today sweetheart, I gotta headache!" he muttered into the ground.

"Oh for the love of…" Kevin grumbled. "Somebody just start cooking, the smell will wake him up."

"You forgot, didn't you?"

Kevin shook his head, turning to Kid and eying him over contemptuously.

"Well…" he began defensively. "It's not like you remembered!"

"Dude, you're meant to be the leader of the Muscle League," Kid pointed out. "We were counting on you to get us back to the beach."

Kevin growled in frustration, kicking at a nearby tree. Jaeger and Terry yelped in alarm, dashing out of the way as the tree began to tip over towards them.

"You always was useless wid directions," Mars said.

"You're not helping!" Kevin told him. "Besides, how big can this island possibly be? If we just keep walking in this direction, we're bound to arrive back at a beach on one side of the island."

"What if it's the wrong beach?" Terry asked.

"And how about the fact that you've been telling us to "just keep walking this way" for the past five hours?" Dik Dik added.

"You don't know that it's been five hours!" Kevin snapped.

"You guys are all stupid," Kid grumbled.

"Hey, you're the dumbest ass here!" Mars yelled at him.

"Whatever," Kid sighed, walking over to a tree and grabbing hold of the trunk.

"What the devil are you doing now?" Kevin sneered at him.

"I'm doing what you should have done back at camp," Kid sarcastically replied. "I'm finding out exactly where we are."

Kevin opened his mouth to remind Kid Muscle that he was an idiot; but as Kid began to climb a nearby tree, Kevin fell silent, looking about himself. Kid had, surprisingly, shown some initiative by choosing to climb the tallest tree in the area, which was most likely to give him a better vantage point across the treetops.

"Well fuck me," Mars grunted. "Da idiot maybe ain't so dumb after all."

"Hey Suguru, whatcha doin'?" Meat yelled after him.

The others all turned to Meat, looking him over warily. He had become consistently less lucid with every passing hour and yet his physical health seemed to be improving.

"Hey Kid, can ya see anythin'?" Terry called up to Kid as he neared the top of the tree.

Kid slipped a little as the branches thinned and became unable to support his weight. He quickly corrected himself and stabilised his position before looking all around.

"There's a volcano over that way," he shouted down, pointing in the direction Kevin had suggested they walk.

"Well I guess we won't be going that way then," Dik Dik muttered, thinning his eyes at Kevin.

"The trees get thinner this way," Kid added, pointing in another direction. "But I think we came from that direction."

Kid pointed in the opposite direction before climbing back down the tree.

"So vot do ve do?" Jaeger asked.

Kevin started as he suddenly found all eyes on him.

"Why are you all looking at me?" he asked.

"Because you're the leader?" Kid said sarcastically as he leapt off the tree. "I remember when I came in here before, the volcano was on the left side of the beach we were on if you looked towards the trees. That means the beach we came from is that way. But it looks like there's another beach this way that isn't too far from here. What should we do?"

Kevin took a deep breath to give his opinion on the matter, but shortly found himself sighing the air out again.

"Take a vote?" Mars offered.

"Yes," Kevin said. "Let's vote. But before we do, let's just consider what our options are. First of all, the journey back that way to the original beach will be a very long one and we probably won't make it back by nightfall. We left nothing of value back on the beach other than some rudimentary forms of shelter, but that wasn't anything that we can't easily rebuild. But we do know that Metaphor and Nakano hover over that beach and all the cameras and supplies seem to be based there. The journey to the other beach will be much quicker but we have no way of knowing if the cameras will find us there. Which is a good thing if we don't want to be filmed, but a bad thing if we don't want to starve to death."

"Dose damn cameras are everywhere," Mars said. "I vote we go da quickest way."

"Yeah, Meat really needs help," Kid agreed. "Let's got the quick way."

"I say the quick way," Terry said.

"Me too," Jaeger said.

"I agree," Wally said.

"I don't!" Dik Dik moaned. "I spent hours carving plates from old coconut shells and creating spears from trees branches!"

Kevin looked around the others before slapping a hand onto Dik Dik's shoulder.

"Sorry Bambi, you've been out-voted," he said. "I agree with the others too, let's just get out of here as quickly as possible."

Dik Dik muttered out some illegible curses, kicking at the undergrowth as the group started in the direction Kid had indicated the closest beach was. He turned to follow after the others, screaming and recoiling in shock as he found Meat standing in his path, grinning up at him maniacally. He was still not yet accustomed to seeing Kid's diminutive manager without his mask and looking so deranged; he had somehow always expected Meat to be really old, and was surprised to find him looking only about ten years older than Kid himself.

"Hi," Dik Dik said warily.

"Meat, c'mon!" Kid called back to him.

Meat spun around and waved at Kid, taking off after him, leaving Dik Dik to sigh in relief. After all, he was not sure he could have sustained a conversation with the new and bizarre Meat.

"Broken Junior."

"No. Jaeger."

"Huh?"

"Jaeger. Jae-ger. Jaeger."

"Suguru, you ain't makin' much sense."

"And I'm not Suguru. I'm Mantaro. Man-ta-ro."

"What kinda name is Mantaro?"

Kid sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Dude, that is exactly what I said to my dad too," he said. "I totally told him the name sucks. He said it's like Ultraman Taro without the Ultra, but what kinda lame way is that to name a kid? But it does grow on you. I don't mind it so much now."

"Mayumi?"

"No Meat, you're going back another generation now."

"Mayumi is your real father, Suguru! You're the prince of Muscle Planet, remember?"

Kid sighed, dropping his head into his hands. A short distance from where he sat on the beach with Meat, Dik Dik was sharpening some sticks, Wally, Terry and Jaeger were wading in the surf looking for anything edible, Kevin was adding wood to a fire they had built upon arriving at the beach and Mars was sat on a rock by the edge of the trees, hunched over something, his face creased with concerned concentration.

Once Kevin had deposited the firewood he approached Mars, the look on his friend's face finally getting the better of his curiosity.

"What gives?"

Mars looked up sharply, frowning at Kevin for a moment before breaking into a grin.

"Dat's my line," he said.

"What's this?" Kevin asked, snatching the crumpled item from Mars's hands.

"Hey, give dat back!" Mars snapped, grabbing at Kevin's hands in an attempt to retrieve it.

Kevin pushed him back with one hand and stood up to inspect what he had recovered, more than a little alarmed when he realised just what it was.

"Mars, what is wrong with you?" he said, rounding on Mars.

Mars dropped his hands to his side and slouched his shoulders in defeat.

"You don't understand how much dis means to me," he muttered.

"Clearly not!" Kevin said, slapping at the item he held. "This is the work of a very, very sick man, Mars!"

"Den I guess I'ma sick man, now give it back, you son of a bitch!"

Mars stood up and grabbed for his precious item, but again Kevin was able to thwart his attempt with one hand whilst pulling the item further from his reach with the other.

"It's my understanding Mars that we only got a limited supply of first-aid equipment with the toiletries," Kevin said slowly. "So then why the fuck did you waste yours on this?"

Kevin held up his hands, by now having attracted the attention of all the others, who all edged closer to Mars's back to see what had caused the ruckus in the first place.

"Is that's Checkmate's note?" Dik Dik asked.

"I thought we tore it apart!" Terry said, scratching at his head.

"You did!" Kevin said. "But this idiot stuck it back together using a roll of transparent medical tape!"

"Dude!" Kid yelped, eying Mars over.

"Yous can all kiss my ass!" Mars growled over his shoulder. "I don't care what yous thinka me. Gimme da damn note back, Mask!"

Mars held out his hand towards Kevin, casting him a warning look.

"Oh my…" Kevin began in a tone of disgust. "I don't believe it! You want this note to be for you! You want this! You actually, actually want this!"

"Hey, last time I checked, you ain't no mind reader!" Mars sneered. "Gimme da note back and shut da hell up!"

"Why would you want this?" Kevin asked, closing his fists around the reconstructed note. "Are you insane? Did you not listen to what I was trying to tell you the day before yesterday?"

"I was listenin', but I–"

Mars halted as something suddenly clanged against Kevin's mask and he staggered a little from the shock, his fingers opening and the note fluttering towards the ground. Mars hurriedly snatched back the note and stuffed it down his shorts before bending down to retrieve the latest rock to land on the island.

"Hey, I guess they caught up to us!" Terry said.

"Gimme that!" Kevin snapped irritably, snatching the rock from Mars and roughly pulling the attached note from it. "Kevin Mask, in your absence, the vote for eviction was held at the IWF headquarters, and Kid Muscle and Wally Tusket were nominated. The fans voted on these two, and the result has just come in: the next contestant to leave the island will be Wally Tusket."

"What?" Wally echoed. "The fans voted me to leave over Kid Muscle?"

"Of course!" Kid said with a shrug. "The fans don't want me to leave this island, they love me."

"It is odd," Kevin said in a low voice.

"Not really," Kid said, folding his arms and turning his head from Kevin.

"There's a lot of odd things going on around here though," Dik Dik said. "But in the meantime Wally, lucky you, here comes your helicopter already."

"Wait you guys, I don't want to go!"

The others all turned to Wally, glaring at him as though he had just gone insane.

"I have a better idea," he said. "I think someone else should go in my place."

"Wally, buddy!" Terry cried. "You're lettin' me go home for ma weddin'?"

Wally slowly shook his head.

"Sorry Terry, no," he said gently. "I think we should send Meat back instead of me. He really needs to go home much more than I do."

The others all turned to Meat, who was no less crazed than before.

"Still growin' your hair, huh Robin?" he said, pointing at Kevin.

"You're right," Kevin said to Wally. "You stay here, get this little shit on the next flight out of here."

Next Chapter: The team are set a new task to determine their food rationing for the next week on the island, and although Kevin is initially disgusted by the nature of the task, hope starts to shine as Kid Muscle confesses to being proficient at the required skill to complete the task. Back at HQ, Jacqueline finds herself stuck alone with one of her least favourite people and Trixie begins the countdown to her wedding. Chapter 11 – Deaf and Dumber.