"Last time on Total Drama Nations!" Damian said on the dock for the recap "Our final four became rulers of their very own countries! Although, Hans and Sadaf were really the only ones that knew how to rule. With Thema building a massive military and obliterating Sadaf's nation with it, Hans earned immunity. He decided to use this immunity to spearhead the craziest gambit Total Drama has seen, yet. Hans. holding Sadaf's placement hostage, had the vote be decided at random, so any of the final four. including himself, could get voted out. And luck was not on Andres' side, as he was sent home with 4th place. Now, we're down to three contestants. All of them...not exactly the nicest." Damian chuckled. "Which one will be sent home right before the finale? Find out now! On the penultimate episode of. Total! Drama! Nations!"
The sun slowly rose over the hazy Boney Island. Thema groggily woke up in the cabin to the sound of Sadaf yelling at Hans.
"Your dumb little plan got Andres booted!" Sadaf snapped. "Tell me, are you just an idiot, that full of yourself, or crazy?"
"Oh. I'm sorry." Hans scoffed. "I only saved you from elimination."
"Me me me!" Sadaf taunted. "That's all you care about! Me me me!"
"Oh. Sorry for actually having a good time in this goddamn game." Hans rolled his eyes.
"This is fun to you?! Wow. You're a f***ing lunatic." Sadaf scoffed.
"Oh boo hoo. I'm losing. Boo hoo. I'm gonna take it out on those better than me." Hans hissed.
"Oh my god! Will you get over yourself?!" Sadaf screamed.
"Ugh...Shut up!" Thema shouted.
The other two simply glared at her.
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Hans: Ugh. It sucks when everyone left wants murder each other in cold blood. That's the tension of this game. I barely slept last night. So it's getting to me…
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Sadaf: Oh boy. A final three with two people that I hate. This is wonderful. It's me up against these two pricks. That's it. Then I get a million dollars. It's f***ing nerve-wracking.
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Thema: F*** both of them, really. I plan on crushing both of those little s***s until I'm the rightful winner. (Thema yawned) Plus, I could partially hear their bickering all goddamn night…
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Damian and Hatchet sat in the control room. Damian finished watching the confessionals and sighed.
"They got ya worn out?" Hatchet chuckled.
"Yeah, kinda." Damian shrugged. "They've been arguing nonstop."
"That's kids for ya." Hatchet shrugged. "Kids are awful. Especially Honky the Kraut, the Terrorist, and Jungle Queen, there."
"Wow, that's terrible." Damian laughed. "I just can't believe it's down to three contestants…"
"Tch. This summer felt like an eternity for me." Hatchet scoffed.
"Really?" Damian asked.
"Yeah. I hate this goddamn show. But I can't leave because 1. I'm contractually obligated ta stay. And 2. This is the only work I can find. Besides, you ain't nearly as bad as Chris."
"I try…" Damian chuckled a bit. "Boy. Today's challenge is gonna be fun."
"Heh. You know it, brotha." Hatchet nodded, handing Damian a beer.
"I'll give them an hour or so to keep arguing. It's not like we're gonna listen." Damian laughed as he opened his beer.
Hans and Sadaf met in the woods.
"So...I'm actually nervous about today." Hans admitted.
"Oh wow. Big bad and mighty Hans is scared! Honestly, I'm shocked!" Sadaf snarked.
"Oh shut up." Hans scowled. "But consider this. Thema can schtupp both of us in any physical challenge, along with there being two non-physicals as of late. So, I feel like this challenge will make or break Thema making the finale."
Sadaf's eyes widened. "And this dumb show's finales are always physical. Oh s***!"
"Right?!" Hans shouted. "We gotta find a way to gang up on here. She'll decimate us."
"Ugh. Yeah, as much as it pains me, we still have to work together." Sadaf groaned.
"Indeed. Only so we aren't destroyed in the finale." Hans agreed.
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Hans: Yeah, the twists are over. That last gambit was my last big move. Especially since Thema didn't go because of it. I'm now just trying to make the finale with Sadaf. Thema would destroy me, unless something crazy happened...and no. I'm not going to hurt her.
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Sadaf: Ugh. F*** Hans. I can't wait to crush him in the finale tomorrow! Yeah, I have no intention of taking Thema with me. That would be suicide.
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Sadaf stormed out of the confessional and ran into Thema. The Ghanian woman glared down at Sadaf angrily.
"What do you want?" Sadaf spat.
"Don't give me that tone." Thema hissed.
"Why not?!" Sadaf barked.
Thema picked the Iranian girl up off of the ground by her robes. "Do you really wanna tango, girl? I'm not in a good mood!" Thema snapped.
"Oh when are you ever in a good mood?" Sadaf scoffed.
Thema dropped Sadaf hard onto the ground. "Tonight. You're gone." Thema growled. "Then I plan on snapping that little German prick in two in the finale!"
"Tch. Good luck, c***." Sadaf groaned.
"Oh what? Are you actually helping him? Yuck. F***ing yuck. You both disgust me." Thema growled.
"Whatever…" Sadaf pouted.
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Sadaf: I. F***ing. Loathe. Thema.
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Thema: Ugh. It's a good thing both of those arrogant bastards suck at challenges. I've got this won. Let's be real here.
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Hans watched the campfire burn, a blank expression on his face. "This game…" He said to himself. "I'm so close...I need to win… I just have to win…" Hans then looked down at the ground. He was soon picked up by Thema, who stormed over to him. Thema slammed the German boy against a tree.
"Why did you do it?!" Thema screamed.
"What did I do this time?" Hans scowled.
"That little random bulls***! Sadaf is freaking out because of it!" Thema yelled.
"Oh I know. She hasn't stopped calling me names all day. Listen. It's all in the game. I wanted to try that if I had immunity and I did. Hell, it didn't even go my way." Hans explained.
"Well now we gotta deal with Sadaf's b****ing! You're helping me make her get 3rd!" Thema commanded.
"So you can trash me in the finale? No thank you, madam." Hans frowned.
"It's either her or you at third…" Thema hissed.
"Is that so?" Hans replied darkly.
Thema slammed the German boy's head against the tree once again. "Yes!" Thema shouted, her eyes looking a bit moist.
Hans' scowl softened a bit into a look of fear. "Alright."
Thema dropped Hans onto the ground. "Good…" With that, Thema walked away.
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Hans: (Hans rubbed the back of his head.) Urgh...She's insane…
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Thema: This isn't a joke anymore. (Thema sniffled a bit) I need to win!
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"Campers! Please report to the hosts cabin for your final elimination challenge!" Damian said over the intercom.
The final three met with Damian in the cabin at the top of the mountain. There were three small podiums, each with a flag. One German, one Iranian, and one Ghanaian.
"Alright campers." Damian said groggily. "I know the three of you have been under a lot in this game. It's caused you to all become, well, irritable and insufferable. But you're all almost there. Almost there. Alright. Today's challenge goes like this. You've each randomly received seven mini-challenges, each from one of our twenty one eliminated contestants. We'll be going in order of elimination, so you could possibly get all seven in line. Whoever completes the most mini-challenges by the time we get through all of them is a lock for the final two. And. They get to choose who to take with them."
Sadaf, Hans, and Thema looked worried at that last remark.
"Yeah, I thought that was obvious." Damian chuckled. "Alright. Let's get this party started!" Damian took out a card. "Alright. Eun's challenge: Kiss the person to your left. And it goes to….Sadaf!"
Sadaf looked to her left and saw that Thema was next to her. "Nope. No way. No way in hell." Sadaf spat.
"Are you sure you want to back out, Sadaf?" Damian asked.
"Yes. Thema's disgusting. Plus, as stupid as it is, homosexual acts are something people have a piss attack about in my religion. Also I'm not gay." Sadaf ranted.
"Alright." Damian shrugged. "That's one less point for Sadaf. Next challenge! Yotam's challenge. It's simply to advertise his mixtape. Your turn, Hans."
Hans looked awkwardly at the camera. "Uh...Listen to Yotam's mixtape. It's got….jams….and...fresh beats?" Hans stumbled.
"Eh. Good enough." Damian said. "That's one point for Hans."
"Yes!" Hans smiled.
"Moving right along." Damian said, as he picked up another card. "Abdi's challenge. Eat ghost chili curry."
The final three looked nervous.
"And the lucky one who gets to eat it is….Hans!" Damian announced.
Sadaf and Thema grinned at the German boy, who now looked terrified. Soon, Hatchet came in with a plate of a sizzling reddish paste. Just looking at it up close made Hans' eyes water.
"Well?" Thema chuckled.
"Eat it." Sadaf grinned.
Hans squeamishly looked at the food in front of him. The German quickly shoveled it into his mouth and swallowed. Within seconds, Hans' face was bright red and he was sweating profusely. Hans began to sob and spit.
"Alright, Hans. You passed. You're in the lead with two points." Damian said.
Hans raised a fist and wheezed, before collapsing.
"Okay then. Next. Gloria's challenge." Damian continued. "Thema. You must destroy your most prized possession on the island."
Hatchet placed what looked like a handheld video game console on Thema's podium.
"What is that?" Sadaf asked.
"Is...is, it…" Hans chuckled before wheezing and sobbing more.
"It's Jafari's." Thema grumbled. "He has a ton of these things…" Thema looked at the device shakily. She quickly closed her eyes and tossed it on the ground, destroying it. She looked down at the shattered device.
"And that's one point for Thema!" Damian said. "Sadaf. You'll really need to catch up. But you can't. Because Débora's challenge is for Hans."
"Oh mein gott, what now?" Hans groaned, his face no longer red, but his stomach in tremendous pain.
"Débora's challenge is...to strip." Damian continued.
Hans groaned and started to unzip his jacket. Sadaf looked appalled while Thema simply raised an eyebrow. Soon, Hans collapsed to the floor. "I can't do it.." Hans coughed..
"You sure?" Damian asked.
Hans puked a bit. "Yah…"
"Alright. Moving on." Damian continued.
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Hans: Oh mein gott...That curry was hell...Abdi is a bitter little cockroach…
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Sadaf: Tch. What a baby. Not the not stripping thing. The curry. Let's clear that up.
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Thema: (Thema shrugged) I wouldn't have minded. The kid's not hideous.
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"Next!" Damian announced. "Khalid's challenge! Thema, you must eat a small pile of sand."
"Wow. Way to reinforce stereotypes." Sadaf groaned.
Hatchet brought out a plate of sand and put it in front of Thema.
"Actually, it's because sand is not something a human being should consume." Damian stated.
Thema looked down at the mineral dust in front of her and quickly slid it into her mouth. She swallowed hard with a flinch and a cringe. She then spit and saw that was just spitting blood. "I think my throat is bleeding…" She said, semi-raspily.
"Well, you passed. That's two points for Hans, two for Thema, and none for Sadaf." Damian said.
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Thema: (Thema coughed up blood and sand) Bye, Sadaf.
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"Now for Mustafa's challenge." Damian continued. "Sadaf. Assemble a handgun within two minutes with these parts."
Hatchet laid down a container full of handgun parts and pieces in front of Sadaf.
"What is this?!" Sadaf panicked.
"Your challenge." Damian said matter-of-factly as he readied a stopwatch. "Go!"
Sadaf began to panic as she fumbled through the parts, trying to figure out what goes where. Hans and Thema watched the girl, smiles on their face. As Sadaf rummaged through parts, she found bullets. "You know, you two really shouldn't be giving me those smug looks." Sadaf hissed. "If I do manage to finish this stupid thing, I could blow your brains out." The Iranian girl then looked at the two darkly. The other two scoffed and then saw that she managed to put a few parts together correctly. They then looked just a bit nervous.
"Time's up!" Damian said clicking on his stopwatch. "Sorry Sadaf. You still have zero points."
"Ugh. Goddammit." Sadaf groaned.
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Sadaf: This is rigged. I swear to f***ing god…
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Hans: Sadaf is divebombing so bad. This could actually be bad… Because I know she'd take me to the end over Thema… I guess I'll just have to try and beat Thema in this challenge.
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"Alright. Da's challenge. Hans. You need to eat a bug." Damian explained.
Hatchet put a large hard shelled beetle in front of Hans.
The German cringed, but then shrugged. "Whatever…. A-as long as it cools that damn curry…" Hans grabbed the insect by one of its legs and put it into his mouth. He began to chew with a loud crunch. Sadaf and Damian shuddered and cringed. Hans swallowed the bug with a gag. "Well...it did help a bit…" Hans groaned.
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Thema: Tch. I've eaten bugs before. Grow a pair.
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"Thema. You have Olivia's challenge. You must fight a bear and win." Damian said.
Thema cracked her knuckles. "Bring it." She saw a bear cracking its neck in preparation in the doorway of the cabin out of the corner of her eye. Thema turned to the beast, rushed at it, and tackled it. She began to savagely punch the bear before it swiped at her. The bear missed and Thema kicked it hard in the side. The giant animal flinched and ran off. Thema spat again, still spitting blood.
"And another point for Thema!" Damian announced.
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Hans: What...what just happened?
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"Next is Jacob's challenge." Damian explained. "Sadaf. You must drink an entire bottle of Fireball brand whiskey in one go. No breaks."
Hatchet slammed a large bottle of whiskey down in front of Sadaf.
"Uh. I can't do that. It's against my religion." Sadaf hissed.
"Boy, you are bombing in this challenge." Thema chuckled.
"Well, Sadaf, if you don't do this challenge, there's almost no guarantee that you'll win immunity." Damian shrugged.
Sadaf looked at the bottle for a second. Suddenly, she grabbed it, took the cap off and began to chug the alcohol inside. Damian, Hans, and Thema looked surprised at the rate the Iranian girl was drinking. Hatchet, however, looked impressed. Within two minutes, she had choked down the rest of the whiskey. Sadaf tossed the bottle at Damian, who ducked. The bottle hit the wall, smashing into many pieces.
"Damn!" Damian chuckled. "That's a point for Sadaf!"
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Thema: Alright, Sadaf. I'll give you that one. You know how to pound booze.
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Sadaf: (Sadaf groaned and looked at the camera) Whathte f***'re you lookingat?
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"Hans! You have Emma's challenge!" Damian announced.
Hans immediately grew worried.
"It also comes with a message." Damian continued, pulling out a sheet of paper. The host cleared his throat and began to read. "'This final three is absolutely horrid. It is true how there is no hope in this world. One of you monsters will be rewarded one million dollars for your heinous deeds and, frankly, I am appalled. So I will make you commit an act of karma on yourself. Harm yourself physically. Bleed. Let your sin ooze out of you and you will be closer to the prize that you gravely do not deserve.'"
"She's insane." Thema spat.
"So...I have to make myself bleed?" Hans asked.
"Sounds like it." Damian shrugged.
Hans looked around the cabin. He grabbed a fork off of the table, rolled up his sleeve, and drove the utensil into his arm. Sadaf and Damian cringed as dark red blood trickled from the German boy's arm. Hans gritted his teeth as he yanked the fork out of his arm.
"Okay, yeah. Hans, you get a point." Damian said shakily.
Hans held his bleeding wound and nodded.
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Damian: What these kids will do for a million bucks...Jeez…
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"Okay…" Damian stammered. "Next is Carmen's challenge...Sadaf…"
Sadaf glared drunkenly at the host.
"Your challenge is to kill a live chicken." Damian finished.
Hatchet dropped a live chicken in front of the drunk Iranian and handed her a meat cleaver.
Sadaf raised the cleaver over her head and held the fowl by its legs. She swung the tool down and missed. The hard knock the cleaver made on the wooden podium caused the chicken to freak out. "S-stooop! Goddamitstop!" Sadaf slurred as she tried to calm the bird.
Thema couldn't help but laugh at the inebriated girl attempt to control the chicken.
Within a minute, Sadaf held the chicken down and brought the cleaver down upon it once more. This time, chopping the bird's head clean off. The headless body spasmed for a few seconds before calming and laying motionless.
"...And that's another point for Sadaf…" Damian said, his shirt spattered with chicken blood."
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Hans: What the hell kind of challenges are these? This is ergänzen verdammt Qual und Wahnsinn!
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"Here's Makoto's challenge." Damian began. "Pull a tooth out of your own skull. No anesthetics. Thema. This is your challenge." Damian tossed Thema a pair of pliers.
Thema grabbed the pliers. Hans and Sadaf looked worried and Thema grabbed one of her larger teeth and began yanking. Soon, she pulled her tooth completely out of her head. Hans, Sadaf, Damian, and Hatchet all looked mortified.
"Oh my god!" Damian cringed. "Chef! Go take her and hammer that tooth back into her head!"
"Uh, Damian. I don't think you can do that." Hatchet replied.
"Anything can happen! This is Total Drama! Now go!" Damian shouted.
Hatchet quickly took Thema by the hand and dragged her out of the cabin.
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Hans: (Hans simply stared into the camera, horrified.)
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Sadaf: (Sadaf vomited.)
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Thema: Heheheheh. (Thema held her tooth in her hand.) It's a fake, so I can do that almost any time. I live in f***ing rural Africa and have gotten in a s*** ton of fights. You don't think I haven't lost any teeth?
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"Okay, Clara's challenge." Damian shuddered. "Sadaf. Do thirty pull-ups."
Sadaf, still tipsy, grabbed onto a bar that was set up in the doorway. The Iranian girl attempted to hoist herself upward. She struggled and spat, but couldn't accomplish a single repetition. Sadaf drunkenly landed on the floor.
"Alright. That didn't happen." Damian said.
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Sadaf: Ohwhatever...Even if I wasssn't drunk, I would'nt have dun thatt…
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"Time for Jafari's question. Hans. Solve this equation." Damian presented as an intern wheeled a blackboard with a mathematical problem written on it.
Hans walked up to the board and grabbed a piece of chalk.
"Oh yeah, and you have three minutes." Damian grinned, clicking a stopwatch. "Go!"
The German boy looked at the problem tentatively and began to write numbers down. Roughly a minute in, Hans clutched his hair, nervous. "Urgh. Damn...What do I do, now?" Hans grumbled.
"One minute." Damian suddenly called.
Hans frantically began to write numbers and letters, carrying and divided multiple factors across the board.
"Stop!" Damian clicked on his stopwatch. The host then walked over to the German's work and looked through it. He then pulled out a piece of paper with the answer. "That is incorrect, Hans. You do not get the point."
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Hans: This has to be the most bitter cast ever. They've been dragging us through hot coals for this whole challenge. Watch Rosa's challenge or something actually be having to endure being drug through hot coals…
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Hatchet and Thema returned into the cabin. Thema was holding an ice pack over her mouth.
"Ah, Thema. Just in time." Damian smiled. "You have Anna's challenge. Which is to talk about how much you like your favorite fellow competitor."
Thema rolled her eyes and tossed the bag of ice. "I guess my favorite is Jafari. He's not a huge pain in the ass, or whatever. He's tough, too. I respect that. Plus he's actually, you know, smart." Thema looked at Hans and Sadaf.
"Oh, is that aaall?" Sadaf slurred with a grin.
Thema blushed and scowled at Sadaf.
"Alright. That's fine. Another point for Thema." Damian said, his patience wearing a bit thin.
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Thema: Tch. Whatever. Jafari doesn't suck. Who cares? (Thema blushed once more.)
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"This challenge is so tedious, get me a coffee." Damian said to an intern. "Okay! Sadaf, you have Lacey's challenge."
Hatchet laid down a small egg shaped piece of wood in front of Sadaf. She opened it to find a wood carving of what looked like two little old men playing a board game.
"Where and when is this from?" Damian asked, as he received a coffee from an intern. "Thank you."
Sadaf swayed back and forth as she looked at the artifact. "Um...Japan...Imperial…" Sadaf groaned.
"Close enough. Another point for Sadaf." Damian said before taking a sip of his drink.
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Sadaf: I knew Lacey's nerdy history stuff would come in handy…
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"Thema. You have Isaiah's. Just do pushups until your next challenge." Damian said.
"Got it." Thema quickly said before getting down and continuously doing pushups.
"Moving on, then." Damian continued. "Hans. Your final challenge is Rosa's challenge."
Hatchet walked over to the German boy and placed headphones over his ears.
"Uh...what are the headphones for?" Hans asked nervously.
"Oh hey." Damian said. "Rosa's challenge is to endure five minutes of screaming through those headphones."
Hans' face went pale as Hatchet pressed play on the device the headphones were attached to. As soon as the chef pressed play, shrill, horrid screeches blared through the headphones. Hans held his head and began to tear up as what sounded like the cries of the damned and tortured pumped into his ears.
"Thema. Get up. Time for your final challenge." Damian said.
Thema shakily stood up. "Yeah?" The Ghanaian woman looked as if she was obviously going through fatigue.
"This is Dmitri's challenge." Damian explained. "See that big rock out there?" The host pointed towards a large boulder outside the cabin.
"Yeah?" Thema groaned.
"Deadlift it." Damian said.
"Ugh...Okay.." Thema grunted as she left the cabin.
As Thema tried to lift the rock, Sadaf was fast asleep and Hans was still enduring the screams. Soon, Thema walked in, worn out. "I can't lift it…" She exhaled.
"AHHHHGGGHHH!" Hans screamed. "I can't take this!" The German boy tore the headphones off of his head and tossed them across the room. Hans' scream of terror caused Sadaf to wake up.
"Alright...Um...No points for Thema or Hans." Damian said. "Sadaf. Your final challenge. Andres' challenge. Come up with diss names for Hans and Thema."
"Urgh...um…" Sadaf groaned groggily. "Hitler's little baby and the lion queen?"
Hans and Thema scowled.
"Good enough." Damian groaned. "Chef, I lost track. Who won immunity?"
Hatchet rolled his eyes and handed Damian a sheet of paper.
"Okay." Damian said. "With a lead of six points. The one that is for sure making the finale is…
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Hans and Sadaf looked at Thema in terror.
"Yes!" Thema cheered.
"Thema. You have until tonight to choose who you want to take with you to the end. Hans and Sadaf. I recommend you make some good cases. I need a nap…" Damian said.
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Thema: This is basically a choice of taking that smug little bastard or my worst enemy in this game to the end and crushing them to dust. Decisions decisions….
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Hans: Okay...Thema hates Sadaf. So I may be safe. But I'm not gonna rule anything out, yet. I have to admit. I'm scared. Even if I do make the finale, there's no guarantee I'll win…
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Sadaf: (Sadaf rubbed her temples) Ugh….I'm f***ed!
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Later in the evening, Thema entered the cabin as Sadaf approached her.
"What do you want?" Thema spat.
"Listen…" Sadaf groaned.
"Wait...Are you hung over?" Thema chuckled.
"Yes!" Sadaf hissed. "That was my first and last time drinking alcohol!"
"I'm actually surprised you aren't dead." Thema said, raising an eyebrow.
"Alright. Who are you taking to the end?" Sadaf asked.
"I don't know, yet." Thema shrugged and smirked.
"Urgh. Come on." Sadaf groaned.
"You've been a thorn in my side for the whole game. Why would I give you a chance to win?" Thema asked.
"Because you'd demolish me." Sadaf said matter-of-factly.
"Very true… I'll think about it." Thema chuckled.
"Thank you! Thank you!" Sadaf said.
"Yeah, grovel." Thema grinned.
Sadaf scowled. "Oh, shut up… Urgh.." The Iranian girl clutched her head and crawled back into bed.
The sun was setting and Thema sat in the woods, staring at the sky. "I'm almost there. Soon, I can get out of hell and into luxury…" She said to herself. Suddenly, Hans ran up to her, out of breath.
"What do you want?" Thema rolled her eyes. "Here to grovel for second place?"
"Uh...I guess?" Hans said. "Trust me. I really recommend that you take me to the finale with you, tonight."
"Oh?" Thema questioned. "Why?"
"Uh. What if Sadaf beats you in the finale? That would destroy you, wouldn't it?" Hans brought up.
"Yes. But. Here's the thing. I can destroy her in the finale." Thema shrugged.
"It's not like I have a chance, either!" Hans yelled.
"True." Thema grinned.
"Why is this even tough for you? You hate Sadaf!" Hans growled.
"Yeah, I'm just trying to keep my options open." Thema replied.
"Come on...please?" Hans begged.
Thema laughed. "You guys are just…" Thema laughed more.
Suddenly, the PA system crackled to life and Damian began to speak. "Thema! I hope you have made your decision, because it's time to decide! Final three! Please meet me at the dock!"
"Good luck." Thema grinned, ruffling Hans' hair. The German boy watched Thema walk away, terror in his eyes.
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Hans: Urgh. I'm actually scared. It's either I go home tonight or I have to haul ass in the finale. This is bad…
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Sadaf: F***... F***...Why does Thema have to have all of the power?
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Thema: Well. Here goes nothing.
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The final three met Damian at the dock, the moon high in the sky.
"Okay. Thema." Damian said. "Time to decide. Who are you taking with you to the finale?"
Thema looked at Hans and Sadaf, who both looked at her in worry. Thema then began to speak. "I'll take…
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Hans smiled in relief at this news. Sadaf, however, looked irate.
"Dammit!" Sadaf shouted.
"Later, b****." Thema chuckled.
Hans looked at the Iranian girl with a cocky smile.
"Don't give me that look you kraut puke! Thema is gonna crush you in the finale! As much as I hate that...ugh! I hate this final two!" Sadaf ranted.
"Alright, Sadaf, time to go." Damian said.
Sadaf stormed onto the Boat of Losers. The Iranian girl gave the final two each the middle finger as she sailed away from Boney Island.
"And there you have it. Our final two. Hans vs Thema!" Damian announced. "Which one will win the final challenge and go back to their home country one million dollars richer? Find out next time. On the exciting season finale of. Total! Drama! Nations!"