Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long since I updated this. I started a new story and I've been super tired and busy and unmotivated. I'm ready to crack this out though!
Eight dead, Izzy, Own, Noah, Eva, DJ, Gwen, Tyler, and Sadie. Who is going next? Find out, I guess ;3.
This chapter is also going to be a little different than the others. There's like NO action in this chapter in terms of the challenge, so it'll mostly be character interaction and some development. The whole episode is sort of filler in terms of the overall plot but I think you'll find it to be entertaining and….despairing. Yuk yuk.
A loud, small, grey and red helicopter came soaring from the mainland towards the now very popular Wawnakwa Island. It hovered over the island, near the crew's craft service tent. Chef was out there in the early morning air to guide the helicopter down.
Chris walked out of the craft services tent as the two pilots cut the engine and stepped out of their vehicle.
"Hey-ho!" Chris greeted, observing the two men. They were dressed in a dark mossy green military uniform, the red and white arm bands with the red maple leaf signifying they were from the Canadian army. "You guys bring the food?"
"We have your food." The first soldier, a young guy sporting a big beefy mustache, spat. [1]
Chris nodded. "Good, now go get it."
Mustache Man tensed, but the other soldier, a grizzled older man, shook his head almost imperceptibly, and Mustache Man relaxed.
"Why so frosty, Cadet?" Chris teased, as the two men were joined by Chef as they unloaded crates of food
"Why do you think, douchebag?" Mustache Man retorted.
"Easy, man." Chef told the uneasy soldier. "It ain't worth it."
"Don't speak to me." Mustache snarled at the cook. "Maybe once I would've respected you, Sergeant Hatchet."
Chef became very interested in his feet as Grizzly piped in.
"Oh? What'd this guy do, Lawrence?"
"Tch, you don't know, Sharp? He's not an unknown guy in the book of war criminals."
"You're the nerd when it comes to war criminals." Sharp shot back.
Chef interrupted the two, coming back from unloading a crate onto the intern pickup truck.
"I, uh, did some bad things in the heat of battle. Vietnam." Chef admitted.
"What, cowardly things?" Sharp asked.
"No." Lawrence spat again. "He desecrated corpses of fallen soldiers, stole from civilians, and, his most criminal offense, executed a whole group of POW's when one of them knifed his buddy."
"In other words, he was naughtyyyy!" Chris mocked from a lawn chair, reading a magazine.
(Confessional: Lawrence.)
Lawrence glared at the camera. "He's lucky we weren't allowed to come here armed." [2]
(End Confessional: Lawrence.)
Sharp whistled lowly, walking with his military partner to the rusty red pickup truck that lay near the craft services tent.
"Isn't a sentence like that for life?"
"It can be, and it was." Chef confirmed.
"So what, watching and helping poor teens getting executed bring you back to the old glory days, that why you're here?" Lawrence accused.
Chef glared at the beefy man. "No." He dropped his gaze and sighed. "They offered me a job on the promise that I'd get my sentence cut to five years."
"So you didn't know what you were getting into, is that it?" Sharp asked skeptically.
"Damn right I didn't know!" Chef snapped at him. "I'd be back in prison in a heartbeat than be here stuck on this damned hellhole they call Wawanakwa!"
"Well, I think this serves you just right!" Lawernce told him coldly, unloading the last of the food crates from the chopper. "I hope you have nightmares for the rest of your life."
"Just leave him alone." Sharp told him. "C'mon, let's get the hell outta here."
Lawrence muttered curses under his breath and the two climbed onto the chopper.
"Bye guys, thanks for the food!" Chris smiled, waving as the chopper took off. Once the helicopter was gone, the egomaniac turned to his criminal compatriot. "Are you telling me you don't want to be here?" He asked with fake hurt in his voice.
"I'd be back in prison in a heartbeat." Chef snarled. He calmed down. "But now that I'm here I might as well just suck it up and get my sentence cut."
Chris pat him on the back. "That, my man, is why I have thirty-percent faith in you." He clapped his hands. "Interns! Come here, at once!"
Taennyr and the third, still unnamed, intern, appeared quickly.
"Sup?" The unnamed intern asked.
"Go unload these food crates into the Mess Hall." Chris ordered, patting said crates.
"Gotcha." Taennyr nodded. The two jumped in the pickup truck and drove off.
As the truck left the scene, two contestants walked on, curious and a little groggy.
"What the hell was with the loud noise?" Duncan questioned, crabby.
Ezekiel was neither tired or crabby, and juts looked around. "This place is pretty interesting, eh."
Chris looked surprised to seem them. "What the hell are you two doing here?!"
"That stupid copter woke me up." Duncan snapped. "Was gonna come beat the shit out of whoever piloted it."
(Confessional: Duncan.)
Duncan rubs the back of his head. "Okay, maybe I thought it was a way to get out of here…don't judge me." He scowls.
(End Confessional: Duncan.)
"I was hoping it'd be a way out of here." Ezekiel admitted.
Chris laughed in his face. "Yeah, no. Get outta here."
"What was that helicopter doing?" Duncan asked innocently.
"Dropping food off." Chris explained, unaware at how careless he was being. "They come every week or so."
"Interesting." Duncan muttered.
"Now go on, get." Chris shooed the two away, annoyed. "Your next challenge will be starting soon so go get some breakfast."
Duncan and Ezekiel left, not talking to one another.
The first one awake in the male Gopher Cabin was Justin. He had been awoken again by bad dreams and had taken to just staring up at the bottom of Cody's bunk, hands behind his head, deep in thought. He sighed.
Cody peeked his head down from the top of his bunk, startling Justin. "You all good, bro?"
The model jumped. "Whoa! No, I'm fine." He whispered.
"You sure, brah? You were thrashing something terrible in your sleep." Cody frowned. "Having nightmares?"
Justin frowned. "No. Leave me alone, man. I don't wanna talk about."
Cody hung his hands down, though to Justin, who was looking at the tech geek upside down, it looked like he was holding them up. "All good." He straightened, and Justin heard him shuffling on his bed. "Welp, I'm going to get some food." He yawned.
The thud of his feet hitting the floor woke the other person in the cabin.
Trent gasped as he was pulled into the conscious world. He looked around and winced. "Ugh. Time for a challenge?"
"Probably soon." Cody told him, throwing on some jeans. "I'm gonna go get some grub." He left the cabin.
Trent groaned as the door closed. "He's a funny one."
"Yea." Justin yawned. "Ugh, I think I'm going to sleep for a bit longer."
Trent sat up. "I'd like that, but who knows, Chris's bizarre challenges might require a full stomach."
"Yeah, but it's probably best not to lay eyes on that cockroach with one." Justin joked, causing Trent to chortle. Without anymore words, the musician left the cabin.
Justin frowned, returning to his reclining position.
His frown deepened into a scowl.
(Confessional: Justin.)
Justin doesn't say anything, though he looks like he wants to.
(End Confessional: Justin.)
Courtney was a wreck. She had barely slept the night before and had been up crying several times.
Bridgette, being the kind person she was, had helped Courtney. Eventually, at the CIT's insistence, the surfer had retired to bed to be rested for the next challenge.
She had finally fallen asleep about an hour ago, but had just woken up. She shook her head, having a headache from the crying she had been doing.
Bridgette, also having a fitful sleep, woke up with her teammate.
"Ugh, talk about a horrible nights sleep." Bridgette whimpered.
Courtney rubbed her swollen eyes. "I know. Tell me about it. Last night was a real wake-up call."
The Malibu-wannabe looked at her teammate in surprise. "What, Izzy, Eva, DJ and Tyler weren't a wake-up call?!"
Courtney sniveled. "I…I don't know…I just, wasn't thinking of them…as people. I deadened my emotions. I just, didn't have any real conflict with them. I had just met them. Even Tyler shook me, but I brushed it off. But Sadie…oh God." She looked nauseated. "What is Katie going to say?"
Bridgette was quick to comfort. "Ssh." She offered her fellow female a hug, and the now sobbing girl quickly accepted. "It's…ok? At least you're letting this all out. Ssh, it's okay." She stroked Courtney's hair in an attempt to calm her down.
It worked. Courtney's shuddering sobs started to subside. "I feel so awful. Even though I feel bad…I wouldn't switch places with them. Any of them." She admitted.
"That's to be expected. Anyone would feel that way." Bridgette told her earnestly.
Courtney looked at her, drying her eyes. "You…you do?"
"I do." Bridgette confessed. "Even though I don't like it…I just can't help it."
"It's just human nature. Survival instincts." Courtney reasoned, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than anyone else.
"You feeling better?" Bridgette asked hopefully.
Courtney nodded, seemingly back to her old confident self. "I'm going to get some food, after I wash up of course."
Bridgette watched her go.
(Confessional: Bridgette.)
Bridgette stared at the camera. "It took her five deaths to feel something?" She gasped, exasperated. "What's wrong with her?!"
(End Confessional: Bridgette.)
"Dudes…" Geoff sighed, curled up in his bed still. "Can I like not be here?"
"Actually, it's just me." Harold muttered, fiddling with a Rubix Cube. He was laying on his bunk, arms extended, peering interestedly at his project. "I don't know where Duncan and Ezekiel are."
Geoff sat up in bed and blinked blearily around. "You're right. Where'd they go off to?"
Harold shrugged. "I don't know, they were gone when I woke up."
"Oh." The party boy pulled the sheets back over his head. "Well I'm gonna grab some more shut-eye."
Geoff's cabinmate scoffed. "I'd get up. I think the challenge is gonna start soon. You here that helicopter go by earlier?"
Geoff didn't come out from his sheet-fort. "No, bro, what happened?"
"Dunno." Harold shrugged again. "Maybe to drop off stuff? I have no idea."
Geoff's stomach grumbled suddenly. He peeked his head out and grabbed his party hat, which was on the floor next to his bunk. "Welp, Tummy-dude says its time for chow." He swung out of bed, yawning.
At that moment Duncan came in, rubbing his chin speculatively.
"Someone looks philospher-tatsic." Geoff told his friend, grinning. 'Where were you, brah?"
"Checking out what that helicopter was with Preacher-Boy." Duncan responded casually, looking at his fingernails.
"He's not preachy." Harold frowned. "Stop stereotyping him."
Duncan rolled his eyes. "Whatever, dweeb."
"What was the helicopter, like, doing here?"
"Dropping off food." Duncan told his buddy. "I don't know why, though, it seems we had enough to last for at least a while."
Geoff shrugged, and his stomach growled again. "Speaking of food, I am SO ready for some grub."
"Sounds good." Harold agreed, sitting up and tossing his puzzle cube back on his unmade bed. "We should be fueled for todays challenge. We have to win today. We have to."
"Yeah," Duncan smirked. "You're running out of scapegoats, dork. Just Preachy and then your ticket's up."
Harold tried to glare at him, but the fear shone through much clearer. Duncan smirked. "Don't worry, without Sadie here to throw a wrench into our alliance we should kick ass. Zeke, to his credit, is pretty easy to deal with, despite being some religious homeschool freak."
"Are you like, anti-religous?" Geoff asked.
"Atheist." Harold corrected.
Duncan laughed out loud. "No," He grinned. "It just makes me feel better to make fun of people. Especially here." He strutted out of the cabin. "You guys coming?"
Geoff shrugged. "Tchyeah, I'm starved!"
Harold frowned, stayed silent, and followed the two.
(Confessional: Harold.)
"Duncan's hard to figure out." Harold pondered. "It's pretty obvious that he's not, like, a totally evil guy. A bit of a dick…" He paused. "Okay, a lot of a dick. I bet thats just a way to mask his fear." He frowned. "He could be nicer about it. Maybe I'll try to talk to him about it?" He tapped his stubbly chin. "I guess we'll have to see."
(End Confessional: Harold.)
Everyone in the Gopher girl cabin had been awake for a while. Katie had hummed nervously to herself as she had gotten ready, putting the pigtails she had worn everyday for the past nine years in her hair, barely noticing she was doing it. After getting ready, she had hurried off to the Mess Hall, to wait and see Sadie.
Heather and LeShawna were applying mascara in the cabin mirror, not talking to each other but not spitting venom at each other.
(Confessional: LeShawna.)
"Sure," LeShawna scoffed. "Heather can be a piece of work, I mean MAJOR bitch, but she's been more chill for the past couple challenges. I think the girl finally realized causing enemies in your own team ain't the best way to stay on the team, you feel me?" She shook her head. "I shudder to think of what she'd be like if we weren't gambling with our lives.
(End Confessional: LeShawna.)
Lindsay yawned adorably as she applied her blue bandana to her head, tongue poked out in concentration as she did so.
"So, Lindsay. Do you sleep well?" Beth asked amicably.
"I slept like, so well." Lindsay chirped, clapping her hands excitedly as she finished tying her bandana. "How about you, Beth?"
Beth beamed at the blonde remembering her name. "Well, I slept alright." She lied, not wanting to scare the innocent girl with stories of the horrific nightmares about the island that plagued her.
"That's good." Lindsay nodded seriously. "A goodnights sleep is key to helping one look their best."
Beth smiled weakly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, and you look great!"
"Aww, so do you!"
"Psh, what I wouldn't give to have her IQ in this place." Heather muttered under her breath, now applying blush.
"I hear that. Girls as smart as a bag of rocks. And boy does being a rock sound nice." LeShawna scoffed, fixing her hair in the reflection of the mirror. After making sure it was on point, she left.
Heather sighed, looking at the make up mirror in her hand. She suddenly hurled it across the cabin, where it smashed into the wall, making Lindsay squeal in fear and Beth gasp in a bizarre fashion. "Why the fuck even bother?" She muttered, following LeShawna out.
"What was that about?" Lindsay asked curiously. Beth just shrugged.
Ezekiel and Katie were currently the only ones in the Mess Hall. Katie was humming happily, waiting for the food to come out. Ezekiel was drumming his fingers against the table, deep in thought.
"Breakfasts up." Chef barked from the kitchen, and the smell of waffles was soon oozing its way into the main room.
"Eeei, Sadie loves waffles." Katie clapped, grabbing her tray and walking over to the food counter. "Give me double portions, Sadie loves the way I prepare them!" As Chef served the twiggy girl waffles, Duncan, Geoff, Courtney, Bridgette and Harold all entered the Mess Hall.
Katie turned around and saw the Bass crew, her eyes automatically searching for Sadie. She saw that Sadie was absent, but didn't put the math together at first. She squinted a bit and looked again.
"Yeahhh," Duncan dragged out the "uh" sound. "Maybe we shouldn't have all come in here at once."
Katie's platter clattered to the ground. Waffles splat on the ground and plastic silverware skittered across the wooden floor. She blinked again, and started trembling.
Beth also put two and two together and stood up. "Oh Katie…" She said softly, starting to move towards the trembling girl.
Katie threw back her head and let out an ear-piecing, pain filled cry. Tears poured down the frail girls eyes and she fell onto her bottom, right into the waffles, drawing her knees up to her chest and continuing to scream in emotional torment.
"Oh sweetie." Bridgette rushed out to comfort her "enemy". She knelt down next to her and wrapped her arms around the wailing girl.
Katie opened her eyes and saw Bridgette doing this, and let out another shriek, more angry this time, and shoved Bridgette off of her. "GET OFF OF ME!" Katie screamed in her face, shocking Bridgette. "YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY OF ME, ALL OF YOU!" She pointed at the Bass.
"B-but Katie." Bridgette stammered.
A loud echoing crack resounded throughout the cramped Mess Hall as Katie slapped Bridgette in the face. Bridgette stumbled back and fell to the ground.
"Shut up!" Katie shrieked. She lunged for the dazed surfer, obviously not thinking straight due to the severe emotional trauma she had just received.
"Hey, you get away from her!" Geoff snapped, angry for possibly the first time since he arrived on the island. He rushed forwards and intercepted Katie from landing on Bridgette. By this time Duncan, LeShawna and Trent had rushed foreword, and Duncan was quick to pry Geoff off Katie.
"Chill, dude." Duncan warned his friend.
Geoff shrugged Duncan off. "I'm chill, man. I just wanted her away from Bridgette. He bent down to help his crush up. "You okay, babe?"
Bridgette blushed at the word he used for her, but it went unnoticed due to the big red mark where Katie's hand had recently been.
Meanwhile, LeShawna had restrained Katie, the latter of which was not very happy.
"Get off of me, LeShawna." Katie spat. "Let me go!"
"What the hell do you think you're on, attacking Bridgette?" Courtney demanded. "She was trying to comfort you!"
"I don't want her black comfort!" Katie sobbed, the tears returning. She glared at Courtney through the streams of salty water running down her face. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't vote off Sadie. Tell me you didn't send the one person I care about more than anything else in the world to her death just to save your own skins." She seemed to get infuriated by the silence. "TELL ME!" She screamed, making LeShawna, whom was still holding her, jump."
Courtney dropped her gaze. "I…I…" She trailed off and didn't say anything.
"Exactly." Katie sniffed. "You're all…you all voted for her, didn't you? It was a six to one vote." She looked at the other five Killer Bass, daring them to contradict her.
"Uh, well I didn't vote for her." Ezekiel stepped forwards. "I know that probably doesn't mean jack, eh. But yeah, I'm sorry for your loss. Sadie was a strong gal, and I had respect for her."
The anger in Katie's eyes momentarily vanished, and she collapsed into LeShawna's arms with a fresh a wave of sobs.
Chris walked in at that moment. "Whoa!" He observed Katie sobbing in LeShawna's arms, a disgruntled Duncan, a livid Courtney, a worried Geoff consoling a quietly weeping Bridgette, and everyone else looking very, very uncomfortable. "Looks like I missed a lot!" He rubbed his hands together. "Man am I glad there are cameras here!"
"Just shut up." Harold crossed his arms. "GOSH!"
Chris chuckled, walking over to the wall of pictures. He went all the way to the end and snagged Sadie's picture, letting the digital image of the deceased Asian replace the sunny smiling one. He slid all of them down and lodged it right after Tyler. He observed the eight greyed out faces.
"Man, it sucks to be them." He observed. "The Killer Bass need to shape up, you all are dropping like flies!"
Said 'flies' all glared at the egomaniac.
"Can we get some breakfast now?" Ezekiel asked. "We just got here eh and we want to eat."
Chris tutted at the boy. "Breakfast time is over, Zeke, you know it's-"
"It's 'Ezekiel'." The homeschooler interrupted, correcting the host firmly. "I only let my few select friends call me Zeke."
Chris gasped melodramatically. "You don't consider me a friend?" He clutched his figurative pearls. "What have I ever done to you?"
"Well you sorta put us on this deathy island thing, that could be a factor." Lindsay told Chris earnestly. "I don't mean any offense Chris, but that is kind of mean."
Chris laughed out loud. "Ah man, you kids are priceless! Great TV! No, but seriously, interrupt me again Ezekiel and you will regret it. Understand me?"
Ezekiel dropped his gaze and nodded.
The host clapped his hands together. "Good! Now I know some of you didn't eat but that's okay, because there will be plenty of time for snacking in today's challenge!" He made to leave the Mess Hall. "If you would all follow me." He called over his shoulder.
The fourteen remaining captives, some pushing themselves up from their chairs, all reluctantly got up and followed their captor out, all unwilling to partake in the next sick challenge where yet another one of them would lose their life.
Right outside the Mess Hall was parked the red truck with the crates of food still stacked in it.
"What're those?" Beth asked.
"They're crates of food." Duncan called from his team. "I don't know if you heard the helicopter this morning, but thats what it was dropping off."
"Correctamundo, Duncan! These crates are all chocked full of goodies to cook with!"
"So what, is our challenge to unload all your groceries for you?" Trent scoffed. "Jeeze."
"Nope, your challenge is too cook a three course meal, which will be judged my yours truly." Chris announced.
The fourteen campers groaned and moaned.
"No groaning and/or moaning." Chris frowned. "Each team needs a head Chef."
"Call it!" Heather quickly shouted. "Mine!"
"Aw, I love being chef though! I make like killer English Muffins." Lindsay pouted.
Cody chuckled. "You sure do have some nice English Muffins." He received a smack from LeShawna. "I mean, your muffins are nice and toasty." Another smack. "I mean-!"
"Just clam it, string bean." LeShawna advised.
Cody nodded and put his head down.
"Now, the interns will open the crates and you can take whatever the heck you want from in them. I'd suggest doing a theme but you don't have to, you can get mad points for just making three delicious dishes." He looked at everyone. "Let me make it clear is that NO ONE is allowed outside without the supervision of Chef and that there are cameras covering EVERY angle of the kitchens. If I catch anyone tampering with the other teams food or tampering with their OWN food, I.E trying to poison the wonderful me, they will be killed instantly, and I'm damned serious about this. Understand?"
Everyone nodded, scared.
Chris smiled. "Good, you have until lunch! You may begin!"
The teams scrambled for the crates.
(Confessional: Heather.)
"So we're not allowed to poison Chris?" Heather tapped her chin. "What if we feed him bad food?" She thought for a moment. "No, that would just taste bad and we'd lose. Oh well, I guess my theme still works in the no-poison scenario. Of course that disgusting pimple can only think smart when its to save his own skin."
(End Confessional: Heather.)
"Okay people, we're doing seafood." Heather said in her teams huddle. "Anyone know anything about cooking seafood? Because I know some."
"What kind of seafood?" Trent asked. "Cause I can cook up some swordfish or tuna pretty nice, if you're going for that instead of sushi."
"It doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't take too long to cook." Heather replied. "I've never had swordfish, what do you think Chris would like better?"
"Eh, probably swordfish." Trent shrugged. "It does take a bit of time to prepare though, especially if its frozen."
LeShawna raised her voice. "Yo, Chris, is any fish in there frozen?" She called to his retreating form.
"Yup! Only way to keep it fresh until we're ready to use it." Chris called back.
Heather sighed in frustration, but Trent was quick to comfort her.
"Dont' worry, thawing and preparing only take about two and a half hours, and then you just sear it. I'll have plenty of time."
Heather perked up. "Okay, cool. You need a partner?"
"Nope, its definitely a one man job. I can do all the sauce and stuff while the fish is defrosting."
Heather smiled at him. "Awesome, thanks Trent. You go get working on that."
Trent nodded and left the huddle.
"Okay people, we should probably have a side dish and an appetizer." Heather continued.
"Excuse me." Beth interrupted timidly. "Shouldn't we have a desert?"
Heather calmed herself from snapping at the "metal-mouthed dork", when she realized it was actually a decent question. "I don't know. There aren't many deserts that go along with fish. Let's just stick to the side dishes. Chris probably doesn't want sweets." She scoffed. "Trying to not get any fatter, I bet."
(Confessional: Chris.)
Chris glared at the camera. My waist band is 32x36. I am NOT fat, you bitch!
(End Confessional: Chris.)
"Okay, anyone got any ideas for themes?" Courtney asked her team. "As Head Chef, I'll try and be reasonable and listen to all of your opinions."
"Yeah, you better not go Gordon Ramsey on us, GOSH!" Harold snapped at her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up, Princess. Who died and made you Head Chef?"
Courtney put her hands on her hips and glared at him. She turned to Ezekiel, Bridgette, Geoff and Harold. "Do any of you wanna be Head Chef?"
Nobody did. She turned back to Duncan. "Do YOU want to be Head Chef?"
"No." Duncan smirked.
"Then why the hell are you being so annoying?" Courtney seethed at him.
"Because it's fun to bug you." Duncan closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at the CIT. Poor bastard never saw her foot coming.
The scene cut back to the Gophers, and in the background Duncan could be seen on the ground sobbing quietly with his hands over his crotch.
"Okay. Justin and Cody, go check if they have oysters or clams." Heather said as she wrote stuff down on a notepad. "LeShawna and Beth, go grab some green beans and potatoes."
The four complied, though LeShawna hung back for a second.
"That's three courses." The ghetto girl observed.
Heather rolled her eyes. "Congratulations, you can count to three! Get a move on! We're on a time limit."
LeShawna growled. "Fool, you have two people doing nothing! Are they just gonna let them get a free pass on the challenge?" She pointed to said two, Lindsay who was humming happily, bouncing on her heels, and Katie, who was on her bottom again, knees drawn up to her chest, sobbing quietly.
"Well we'll have someone to nix if we lose without anyone screwing up majorly." Heather responded quietly.
LeShawna considered this. "Do we really need two scapegoats?" She asked quietly. "Get one helping, or at least try to."
"Yeah, I'm Head Chef. I'll do what I please." Heather snapped. "Now go get those veggies! We don't have time to be standing around bickering!"
"Whatever." LeShawna grumbled, heading off,
While Duncan was recovering, the other five discussed possible options for food.
"Do we risk going fancy and messing up, or go basic and easy?" Harold asked.
"Well, I do't know." Courtney hesitated. "What can you all cook?"
"Well, at my annual barbecues with my family, I learned to cook some really good hamburgers." Ezekiel suggested.
"Yeah man, burgers are epic party food! I make killer burgers!" Geoff agreed.
"Burgers?" Duncan squeaked doubtfully from the ground. "I don't know, isn't that a little too casual?"
"I've got these really delicious sauces and spice mixes to put in it. It's super yummy!" Ezekiel argued.
"Maybe we can do like three or four mini hamburgers?" Bridgette suggested. "Each with a different sauce?"
Courtney tapped her chin. "Thats' a good idea! I like it! Geoff and Ezekiel can be on burgers!"
"I can do cheesy fries." Harold suggested. He struck a few karate poses. "I'm like a black belt when it comes to cutting cheese."
Everyone couldn't help but chuckle a bit despite the situation.
"What?" The confused nerd asked. "What'd I say?"
"Never mind." Courtney shook her head, returning to business quickly. "Harold, do you need help with the fries?"
"I could use some help cutting the potatoes." Harold shrugged.
Courtney looked at Bridgette and Duncan, the latter of which was shaking his head subtly. "Okay, Bridgette, how about you help Harold?"
Bridgette nodded. "Gotcha. C'mon Harold, let's go grab some potatoes and cheese."
"We'll go grab the beef and spices!" Geoff whooped.
"I'll never understand how that guy is so cheerful." Duncan muttered, finally picking himself off the ground.
"You need to come up with something, preferably dessert." Courtney told him, ignoring his previous comment.
"Huh? Why me? What are you going to be doing?"
"I'll be helping out wherever I'm needed." Courtney scoffed. "Now, can you make anything dessert like?"
Duncan flushed slightly. "Well…" He said slowly. "I know my Grammy's chocolate chip cookie recipe, and thats pretty damn good." He admitted.
"Screw it." Courtney shrugged. "We're already doing burgers and fries, might as well make the theme 'generic' and add cookies as well. Go get the supplies."
Duncan nodded and left as well.
(Confessional: Courtney.)
Courtney took a deep breath. "Well, it seems the Gophers are doing something fancy and seafood related. I have to hope that either they will screw up, or that our food is seriously delicious." She takes another deep breath. "What happened with Katie really shook me this morning…I, I need some time to get over it." Her face hardened. "But I must. I don't have a choice. These feelings are just invitations to weakness."
(End Confessional: Courtney.)
Justin sighed as his teammate rummaged through the crates.
"Yes!" Cody cheered, holding his prize above him. "They have oysters. Score!"
"Of course they do." Justin muttered. "We're here eating mediocre food and they're dining on oysters. Shitbags."
"Do you know how to prepare oysters?" Cody asked the model.
Justin cringed slightly. "Ew, no way. They're slimy and bad for my complexion, I have to stay away from all raw seafood."
Cody frowned. "I don't think thats much of a problem anymore, man."
"What do you mean?" Justin narrowed his eyes at the geeks back.
"Well, look at the odds." Cody pondered. "Sure, we've made it past eight others, and man were some of them hot, but there's still fourteen of us left. And with the tough guys like Courtney and Duncan and Heather and LeShawna us nice guys don't really stand a chance."
Justin gnashed his teeth quietly. "Yeah, I guess." He said through grit teeth. "C'mon, let's go cook this stuff."
"Actually, I don't think you cook oysters." Cody corrected. "We just crack 'em open, and make them look pretty."
The model gnashed his teeth a bit more, then remembered it was bad for his pearly whites and stopped. "Let's. Just. Go."
As the two boys headed over to the Mess Hall, laden with food, Katie was approached by Heather. The latter squatted down so she would be eye level with the former. "Katie." Heather said, gentle but firm. "Look at me."
Katie lifted her face and stared at Heather through very puffy eyes. She started to drop her head.
"Ah-ah, look at me." Heather repeated, more firm and less gentle.
Katie raised her head again, this time with a glare.
"Look, I can't really imagine what you're going through." Heather admitted. "But you need to pull yourself together. You think Sadie would want you to just give up?"
Katie dropped her glare to the ground. "No…but."
"No buts." Heather snapped, trying to spur the girl on. "Whose fault is it Sadie died?"
"The shows fault?" Katie asked.
Heather paused. "Well, technically yes, but its theirs too!" She pointed to the Bass, who were still collecting supplies, unaware that the two Gophers were conversing about them. "They sent sweet little Sadie to her death! Are you going to take that?"
Katie's face hardened. "No. No I won't!"
"Good." Heather smirked. "Now let's get vengeance for Sadie by winning these challenges!"
Katie jumped up, though there was no excitement in her posture or expression. "For Sadie." She growled. "They'll all pay."
(Confessional: Heather.)
Heather smirked. "Its too easy. I can play these losers like a violin." She straightened her top. "Sure, I feel bad for Katie, but its not like I want her to win now. No, the person winning is still going to be me." She jabbed her chest at the word "me".
(End Confessional: Heather.)
Both teams were now in the kitchen, and each had a designated oven, cooler, sink, counterspace and island to prepare their food.
"Alright!" Heather clapped her hands. "You know what to do everyone, let's move it!"
Trent got the frozen swordfish from his teams cooler and put it on the kitchen counter. "Alright, now if memory serves…" He looked through the spices, which were arranged on the counter before him. "Balsamic vinegar, olive oil, parsley, shallots, butter…it seems to be all here." He squinted around. "Capers too." He widened his eyes. "Shit, I need white wine."
He walked over to Chef. "I need white wine for my recipe."
Chef raised an eyebrow. "Really now? How much?"
Trent strained his brain. "Uh, I think a quarter of a cup."
"I think I can swing that." Chef nodded. "Just keep it on the down low, okay Elvis?" He pulled a key out of his apron and walked over to a locked cabin. He unlocked it and pulled a dark green bottle out.
"Won't Chris see this?" Trent whispered curiously, not wanting to be included in the punishment if Chef broke the rules.
"Psh." He scoffed. "He ain't gonna care if its for his benefit. Just make sure whatever yo' cooking tastes good, alright?" He handed the boy a measuring cup filled a quarter of the way with white wine.
"Thanks, man." Trent was surprised by the co-hosts generosity.
"Don't mention it." Was the cooks gruff reply. "Seriously, don't mention it, or I'll beat your ass."
"Alrighty eh, let's see." Ezekiel was a little nervous. He knew that, whether or not he blew it or not, if his team lost then he would be the next one to get the shaft. "Geoff, if you can just make six little burger patties while I get the spices and flavor mixtures ready."
"Sounds good." Geoff agreed. He grabbed some frozen beef and stared at it. "Uh, dudes, how am I supposed to mold this brick into burgers?"
"There's a neat trick for that." Ezekiel told him. Soak a cloth in hot water and wrap it around the meat, and then just apply pressure. Should have it thawed out in ten minutes instead of two hours."
Geoff nodded. "Coolio schmoolio, Julio!"
"It's Ezekiel, actually." Ezekiel corrected, not understating Geoff's saying.
"Gosh!" Came a loud wheeze from another part of the kitchen. "Your potato cutting skills are admirable, but you have to go a little faster, Bridgette."
Bridgette continued to chop, turning pink. "Well, I'm not exactly the best with Knifez, I tend to cut myself." She admitted. "I don't want to slow us down with bloody fingers." [3]
Harold blinked. "Gosh, I'm sorry. How about you go grate the cheese then?"
Bridgette lifted the sleeve of her hoodie up, showing a rather gnarly looking series of small scars. "I had a bad experience with a cheese grater, I think I'll stick to cutting potatoes." She smiled.
Harold shrugged, returning to his cheese grater.
"Aww. Look at little Dunky making cookies." Courtney mocked. "Isn't he just the nicest little thing?"
Duncan snarled at Courtney. "Shut up."
Courtney smirked and crossed her arms. "What?" She said innocently. "Can tease till the cows come home but if someone prods poor Dunky he throws a widdle tantrum?"
If looks could kill.
"Your throwing a serious wrench into our alliance." Duncan spat. "Maybe Harold finds himself a spot higher on the food chain, you understand me?"
Courtney's smile dropped from her lips. "I was just kidding. No need to be a jackass."
"Oh," Duncan felt bad, but hid it. "Well, don't. We need to be serious."
Courtney scoffed at him. "Whatever." She stalked over to Harold and Bridgette.
Duncan continued making the dough, feeling bad.
"Alright, how're those veggies coming?" Beth asked LeShawna.
LeShawna threw her hands up in frustration. "Hell if I know! I'm just gonna cut 'em up and put some olive oil on 'em and throw them in a pan. You got any better ideas?"
"Not really." Beth admitted. "Being the oldest of four girls on a farm means I was helping Dad with the chores, and my little sisters were the cooks."
LeShawna shrugged. "Its roasted veggies. How bad can we mess up?"
"I guess." Beth agreed. "So, how are you?"
LeShawna shrugged. "Girl, how do you think I'm doing?"
The awkward farm girl winced. "Right, sorry." She apologized.
"All good, let's just get cooking."
"Alright!" Cody took the oysters from the cooler and tossed them on the table. "We gotta crack these bad boys up and serve 'em raw and wriggling." He shook his head back and let his cheeks flow in the wind as he said "wriggling."
Justin looked at him funny. "Dude, what the hell are you doing?"
Cody reciprocated the look. "Gollum, Lord of the Rings? Raw and wriggling?" He received a blank stare. "No? Really? Jeez, never mind then."
Justin shook his head. "Let's just get this done. How do we open these?"
Cody shrugged. "Fuck if I know. Get a knife and pry them open?"
"Sounds good enough to me." Justin chuckled. "Let's do it."
Justin grabbed a kitchen knife and attempted to pry open an oyster. The oyster shattered and it went everywhere. "Ew! Ew! It's on me! It's on me! Get it off! It's like a big slimy booger!" He ran to Chef. "Man, you gotta help me! I gotta get to my cabin and change!"
Chef sighed, standing up from his chair and throwing his magazine on the table. "Fine, make it quick though."
Justin nodded and ran out ahead of Chef, though as soon as he left the Mess Hall his expression changed from panicked to determined. As Chef jogged to keep up, Justin ran to the Gopher cabin, but ran into the girls cabin instead.
"Oy!" Chef yelled. "Get outta there, pretty boy! You can't be in there!"
Justin ran back out, panicked face convincingly worn. "Sorry, I'm just so freaked out!" He ran back into the girls cabin, and held up a big purple bra.
(Confessional: Justin.)
Justin's face was stone. "We need a scapegoat. Sorry Cody."
(End Confessional: Justin.)
Justin took the bra and walked over to Cody's bunk. He reached out his arm to place it on the bed, but hesitated. His face grew determined again, but faded quickly into reluctance.
"…Not yet." Justin told himself. He unfroze and stuffed the bra under his own pillow. He shook his head to snap himself out of it and quickly changed shirts.
(Confessional: Justin.)
Justin rubbed his palms over his eyes tiredly. "I can't do it. Why can't I? It's survival of the fittest!"
(End Confessional: Justin.)
"Sheesh." Chef muttered. "Kid's on a death island and the thing he's freaked out about most is some fish juice. Talk about screwy priorities."
Justin walked out of the cabin. "I'm ready."
"Good, lets head back."
"Alright, the burgers are ready to go in!" Geoff whooped, taking the tray of three mini-burgers and throwing them onto the frying pan.
Ezekiel washed his hands, getting all the raw meat juice off his hands. "Awesome, eh! Now we wait!"
"Cheesy fries are just about ready to go in as well." Harold smirked, sprinkling his 'secret mix of awesome mad skill cheese' over the uncooked fries.
"Cookies as well." Duncan yawned.
Everyone on the Bass paused.
"Wait a minute, these ovens are small, how are we going to do this? We can only fit one thing at a time and we only have." Courtney checked the clock. "Forty minutes left."
"Well these fries take half an hour." Harold winced.
"These cookies take twenty minutes." Duncan frowned.
"Well its more important for the fries to be done." Courtney decided. "Throw them in first. The cookies can be a little gooey."
Harold nodded and threw the fries in. "Well, theres not much we can do now. Just wait."
"Whoa!" Heather shrieked. "You idiots!"
Justin and Cody ran over, where Heather was looking panicked at the plate of rather beat up oysters, looking a little worse for wear without a proper oyster knife to open them.
"What's the matter?" Cody asked, scared.
"You forgot to put the oysters back on ice!" Heather gripped her hair. "They're going to be all warm and nasty after sitting out!"
Justin ran over. "Oh, shit! Uh, its okay, we'll just throw them back on ice. It's all good."
Heather calmed down. "Yeah, maybe that will work. I don't know…I've never tried."
Justin gently placed the plate down in the cooler. "There, all good. Hows Trent doing with the swordfish?"
"Fine. Almost done." Trent said, walking over to the three. "Should be all set in about fifteen minutes."
"Excellent." Heather breathed. "How are Beth and LeShawna doing?"
"Son of a fuckin' bitch!" Came LeShawna's yell from across the kitchen. "Damn hot pan!"
"I think they're doing alright." Trent shrugged. "I'm glad I had Katie's help, though. She was helpful."
Heather nodded. "Good."
"Anyone seen Lindsay?" Katie herself walked up to the group. "I haven't seen her like, all challenge."
"Not really much the blonde bombshell can do. I don't want her messing up." Heather told the surviving BFFL.
"Understandable." Katie said seriously. "And I assume someone to pin the blame on if we lose?"
Heather looked uneasy. "Well, I wouldn't put it like-"
"Yes." Justin defended Heather. "Someone to pin the blame on. You gotta problem with that?"
Katie shook her head. "Not at all. I was just curious."
"I guess we just wait, then." Trent sighed. "I'll prepare the swordfish and such when its ready."
(Confessional: Trent.)
Trent scowls. "Man, I hope those two idiots Justin and Cody didn't lose the challenge for us. If they did though at least someone as innocent as Lindsay doesn't have to take the fall, at least not yet."
(End Confessional: Trent.)
"Time's up!" Chris called from the Mess Hall. "Teams, please bring your appetizers out first!"
Justin and Cody gulped, removing the oysters from the cooler.
"They're still kinda room temperature." Cody panicked, keeping his voice low.
"Just shut up and act like theres nothing wrong." Justin spat through grit teeth.
The two walked out and gave the plate to Chris.
"Hmm, oysters! Nice! I love oysters, you could say i'm a bit picky, haha." Chris grinned. He grabbed one and drank it from it shell. He paused for a moment, and cringed.
"Ugh, that was kinda warm. You took them off ice too early. Besides, oysters doesn't require much effort and I almost cut my lip on the shitty opening you guys did. I give it 3 points."
Justin and Cody grimaced and nodded, leaving quickly.
"Okay, Killer Bass you are up! Bring on the chow! Hopefully it was better then the Gopher's disgusting shit." Chris laughed, shoving the plate with the oysters the Gophers had left behind onto the ground.
Harold and Bridgette walked out, the former confident and the latter nervous. They set the big platter of cheese covered fries down in front of the host, who raised an eyebrow or two.
"I'm interested in what theme this sets in, but looks tasty enough." Chris commented.
"Enjoy, sir." Harold bowed.
"Thanks, my good man." Chris grinned. He grabbed a fry and popped it into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully. "Hmm…" He took another one. "These aren't bad!" He chewed some more. "I'll give it a 7. I like it!'
Harold shrugged and Bridgette sighed gratefully. The former took the platter and departed with his teammate.
"Okay Gophers, lets hope your next dish is better than your last one."
Trent and Katie walked out next. "For your main course, sir, we have a swordfish steak that has been seared and seasoned in a white wine sauce." Katie cooed delightfully.
"Smells delightful." Chris admitted. "I'm excited to taste this." He tucked into it quickly. He let out a groan. "Oh god." Swordfish sprayed from his gluttonous mouth. "This is good." He took another bite. "Oh yeah. Definitely 10 points." He looked at the half eaten steak. "I don't want you to take it away." He whimpered as it was discarded, but quickly got over it.
"Well, the Gophers have recovered nicely and have 13 points with 2/3 courses. The Bass have 7, but with only 1/3 courses. Let's see what they've got next!"
Ezekiel jogged out with the mini burgers. "Hey there, sir." He said awkwardly. "I, uh, got three mini burgers, each flavored differently." He pointed to each one. "That one there is just regular, that one is really horseradish-y, and that last one is spicy."
"Looks pretty good, Zeke my man." Chris complimented.
"It's Ezekiel." Ezekiel muttered.
Chris ate one bite from each of the burgers. He grinned. "Man, am I spoiled today! This is great! Not quite as good as the swordfish, but still great! I give it 8 points!"
Ezekiel grinned. "Sweet, thanks, eh!" He left.
Beth came out next. "Here you go, sir." She handed him a steaming pile of veggies.
Chris was not so pleased. "Eh? Would've preferred a dessert, but oh well. This doesn't look too bad." He took a bite. His face lit up. "Wow! Tastes a lot better than it looks, I'm impressed! A 7 to you as well!"
Beth cheered and ran out, relieved that her and LeShawna could escape blame if they lost.
"Well, the Gophers have 22/30 points. The Bass have 15/30 and one course left, so it better be pretty good. Bring it on!"
Duncan shamefacedly walked out carrying a pink tray of chocolate chip cookies.
"Yeah, now thats what I'm talking about." Chris grinned. "Those smell delicious."
He took one and bit into it. His eyes widened. "They're…so gooey." His eye twitched.
"Well, yeah, we ran outta time, and your stupid oven was too small." Duncan started making excuses.
"So…gooey…" His eyes twitched again, and tears dusted his eye. "Just like Maw-Maw used to make them!" He composed himself quickly. "Eherm! Yes, eherm, very good. Hm. Huh. Yeah, 9 points to you. Bass win! Too bad the Gopher's oysters sucked so bad!"
The Bass, especially Harold and Ezekiel, let out loud cheers. They were safe.
The Gophers all glared at Justin and Cody, both of whom cringed.
"Uh-oh." Cody gulped.
(Confessional: Justin.)
Justin was sweating hard. "Holy shit, am I glad I held onto that bra."
(End Confessional: Justin.)
Justin, after exiting the confessional, ran into his cabin and looked for the bra under his pillow…
Except it wasn't there.
Justin gasped. He quickly looked around the room and saw the tip of it sticking out from under Cody's pillow.
Said Cody was nervously whistling on his bed, avoiding looking at Justin.
Justin was about to say something when the door to the boys cabin slammed open.
"Hold up." LeShawna snapped. "Any of you fools seen my lucky purple bra?" She did a quick scan around the room and saw the poor attempt at concealing the bra from Cody. Her face darkened. "Oh hell NO!"
Cody jumped up. "Whoa, hold up LeShawna, this isn't what it looks like!"
LeShawna's fist slammed into Cody's face, sending a stream of blood down his lip into his mouth. He fell against the wall and slid down it, but found himself quickly upright again as LeShawna lifted him up and then slammed her fist into him again, knocking him down again. He groaned.
"You sick motherfucker!" LeShawna screamed.
"I found it under Justin's pillow!" Cody cowered, nursing his black eye and bloody nose. He pointed desperately at the model.
LeShawna turned to look skeptically at Justin. She raised an eyebrow at him.
Justin's face was hard and dark. "What a lame excuse." He scoffed. "How dare you try and frame me for your pervertedness." He turned his back on Cody as LeShawna cracked her knuckles. "I wasn't here, do what you want with the little wretch."
"It wasn't me! I swear!" Cody screamed swears as Justin left. His screamed swears soon turned into just screams as LeShawna beat him up.
The rest of the afternoon passed quickly. After Cody was finished being treated in the medical tent for his broken nose, cracked rib and severe bruising, he tried pathetically to convince his teammates that it wasn't him that stole the bra, and that it was Justin's.
But no one believed him.
It looked to be a very predictable elimination ceremony.
After everyone ate dinner, Cody sobbing the whole time, the Gophers were told to report to the bonfire ceremony.
Justin clapped Cody on the back as they walked down the dark path to the dreaded spot. "Guess you were right." He said coldly. "Us 'nice guys' won't make it far in this."
"Fuck you." Cody spat at him.
"Welcome campers." Chris grinned sinisterly. He held up the infamous platter with the seven marshmallows. "You pretty much know the drill now, right? If your name is called please come collect a marshmallow. If not, well then its curtains for you, haha."
"Just get it on with." Heather spat, not nervous.
"I just want to say, Cody." LeShawna spoke up. "I'm not sorry for what I did to your pervy ass, but you don't deserve this."
"It's just that you deserve it more than anyone else, pervert." Katie spat uncharacteristically, shocking everyone, even Heather and LeShawna.
Cody just sobbed miserably.
"Trent." Chris called. "You're safe."
Trent got up and got his marshmallow. He stood in front of the fire, warming his hands.
"Heather."
The queen bee did not act at all as she joined Trent.
"Beth."
The farm girl sighed in relief.
"Justin."
Justin ignored the glare he received from Cody and calmly got his marshmallow, though he was trembling a little.
"Katie."
Katie coldly got up and squashed her marshmallow in her hand, before tossing it into the fire. She stared at it, a strange coldness emanating from the once sunny girl.
"Lindsay."
"Yay! I'm cool!" Lindsay chirped, running over and hugging Beth. Beth hugged her back, though her stomach was in knots.
"That leaves Cody and LeShawna." Chris stated the obvious.
"So you voted for me, huh?" LeShawna sighed. She rubbed her sore knuckles. "Can't say I blame you. Again, I don't think you deserve this."
"Fuck you." Cody said bitterly. The tears had stopped. "Fuck this horrible game. Fuck all of you!"
"Not surpassingly, the final marshmallow goes to…
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LeShawna."
LeShawna nodded solemnly and joined everyone else at the fire, leaving Cody alone in the cold darkness.
"Cody, dude. Should've kept it in your pants." Chris smirked. "You're out, dude."
Cody dully got up. He then turned around and ran as fast as he could towards the woods.
Chef hatchet was ready, though, and took out a contraption that looked like a net gun. It fired and a net weighted by rocks flew towards the fleeing boy.
"NO!" Cody screamed as he was tangled up. He fell to the ground, thrashing and cursing. "LET ME OUT! IT WASN'T ME! I SWEAR!"
"Cody, Cody, Cody. You have a lot of naughty elements to you." Chris noted. "So I found something that can best take care of all of them at once." He tapped his head. "Your naughty brain." He clapped his hands. "Your naughty hands." And, smirking, he pointed to his crotch. "And the naughty beans and sausage." He gestured to a metal case shaped like a human. It had the solemn face of a woman etched onto it.
"The Iron Maiden." Chris smirked. "Yes, this will do quite nicely."
Cody had not stopped screaming.
"Zolkoff, if you would be so kind." Chris yawned.
The big, brutish man that had sawed Sadie in half stepped out of the shadows and picked Cody up, weighted net and all.
Chris opened the Iron Maidan, and dozens of nasty, jagged iron spikes were exposed.
Cody's screams increased in volume.
"He pitches." Chris mocked, as Zolkoff wound his large arms up. He threw Cody into the Iron Maiden, where the boy was instantly cut up badly by the iron spikes.
"Strike three!" Chris smirked, as a profusely bleeding, screaming Cody tried to escape. He slammed the Iron Maiden shut, and Cody was instantly silenced.
"You're out!"
Beth frowned. "Cody is such a perv! I feel bad, though."
Cody was wailing incoherently, but the word "LeShawna" can be picked up amongst the noise.
"Something seems a little odd with this." Heather frowned. "But of course I vote Cody. Maybe I'll ask Justin what he thinks is going on, because Cody seemed to be getting better."
Justin threw up in the toilet behind him. "Oh God," He turned around to face the camera. "I can't believe I just left him like that." He started crying. "I vote for Cody."
"Cody's a sicko." Katie glared. "I will get out of here, for you Sadie."
LeShawna sighed. "Poor bastard. I guess he was just trying to get off one more time. Stupid bastard." She looked at the camera. "I'd look like a dang fool if I didn't vote for that scrawny motherfucker now wouldn't I?"
Lindsay hummed happily. "I heard Colby stole LeShawna's bra." She told the camera. She giggled. "That is sooo adorable! He totally has a crush on her!"
"I guess I vote Cody...I don't know though, this act was out of the blue." Trent pondered. "Oh well, as long as its not me."
Vote Count:
Cody: Seven Votes. (Beth, Heather, Justin, Katie, LeShawna, Lindsay, Trent.)
LeShawna: One Vote. (Cody.)
Screaming Gophers: Trent, Heather, Beth, Katie, Justin, Lindsay, LeShawna.
Killer Bass: Courtney, Geoff, Ezekiel, Harold, Bridgette, Duncan.
Execution Order: Izzy, Owen, Noah (Saved), Eva, DJ, Gwen, Tyler, Sadie, Cody.
Reasoning:
Cody was never going to make it far in this story. He was meant to be a fairly main character early on when Gwen was alive, but after she died he lost a lot of plot and, while I understand I could've done a redemption arc with him, I have other bigger and better plans to get on with, so it was bye bye Codemiester. I know there are a lot of Cody fans out there so I hope I don't get too much hate. And, to anyone that was curious, Cody took LeShawna's bra from Justin and planned to use it himself. In the end it was not Justin, but his own pervertedness that was his downfall.
[1] I was always irritated by how they showed the food being delivered. Dolphin trucks coming out of the water? Really? And even if I didn't dislike that, the helicopter is not an irrelevant thing. No detail in this story is.
[2] Just showing why the army men didn't just blow Chris away, as hopefully any self respecting moral person, military or not, would do if given the opportunity.
[3] Yes, that typo is intentional. I couldn't help myself. Sue me!
Well, I hope you enjoyed it, everyone! Please leave a review! :) *Shields self from Cody lovers*