Wow, two milestones in a row! With this chapter, THD crosses the 200,000 word mark! And this will be one of the whammiest wham episodes if I ever saw one!
Lara2244: Plot twist! And karma for the big dragon kahuna!
StarHeart Specials: That means so much, thanks! Yep, Emma's getting a little taste of immunity herself. I don't like Lightning, so unlike in ROTI where he starts off a little competent and then just gets dumber, here he's a moron from the outset. To be fair, though, it's been a while since Chris went over the immunity idol rules, which he doesn't exactly have posted on the walls.
Gucci Mane LaFlare: Thanks! I love detail. And I know what it's like to feel old, I've been around literally since the Upper Jurassic.
Joel Connell: Yep! Chris' plans for ensuring popular people domination keep getting hampered by the fact that many of his champions aren't too bright. Noah's idol collection is going to become a very important plot point in due time. The moment where Sky and Dave beat Mike is definitely meant to jumpstart their bonding (ditto the moments before for Mike and Zoey), but Chris will go and ruin it like he always does. Katie was at risk because she only had one person really looking out for her, plus she hasn't contributed as much to the competition as some of the others. After the show itself is done, I'm going to do one final chapter that serves as an epilogue 20 years later, with a special surprise in store. Thanks for the reviews and your followship, and as you can see with this chapter, I'm gonna be adapting a LOT of the TDA challenges!
JokerCarnage5: Thanks! It's great to see you here old friend!
Friday, November 24, 2017
"Last time on Total Drama – it was Greek to me! [Mirandan boat making landfall] We took a break from the snow and went to ancient Greece, where the Heroes faced off against the Invaders! And the Monsters [Brick bowing to Chef] tried to kill them all! We had some moments that were quite heartfelt [Zoey hugging Mike] and some that weren't quite so touching. [Amy getting killed by the explicitly blatant Marty Viper reference] Ultimately, Emma's knowledge of blunt force trauma [Emma colony dropping the ocean] scored the Heroes the win, and SOMEONE was dumb enough to give her immunity on top of that. [Lightning getting nailed in the face with his marshmallow] The Invaders, though, sucked trash, and Duncan was so upset about his failing love life with Courtney [previously unseen footage of Impenetrable Lioness!Courtney and Duncan bickering once again] that he disrupted Katie and Sadie's. [Katie's elimination]"
Chris stood at the Dock of Shame. "Fifty-nine contestants remain. Who'll boogie the best and who'll wipe out the worst? Find out here on
"Total.
"Drama!"
Theme song
*Instrumental*
A camera appeared from the snow-covered bushes, scaring off a squirrel. Another came from a tree, startling a blue jay. The third popped out of the ground, hitting a passing Harold in the groin. Jacques laughed at him, but stopped when he saw Leshawna glaring at him.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine
You guys are on my mind
The camera flew across the snowy island, passing Chris getting pampered by a disgusted Phil, Jo and Eva arm-wrestling, Dave attempting to flirt with Sky, Trent performing a song in front of an approving Ella, Crimson and Ennui staring blankly into space, and Jasmine fighting a mutated anglerfish.
You asked me what I wanted to be
And now I think it's plain to see
DJ, Miles, and Laurie were one with the few animals still awake during winter. Then Dawn showed up. DJ invited her to join them, while the Vegans glared at her.
I wanna be famous
Heather, Josee, and Taylor battled it out on the frozen lake in a game of hockey. Josee knocked the puck so hard it went flying right into one of B's inventions on the other side of the lake. Bridgette and Geoff watched, then the latter pulled out a card reading "7.5".
*Instrumental*
Owen trudged across the ice covering the river, which quickly broke under his weight. He jumped out of the water shivering. From afar, Sasquatchanakwa rolled his eyes as if to say "lightweight". Then Izzy appeared behind him and knocked him to the ground, before pulling out a camera and taking a picture of her catch.
I want to live close to the sun
Well, pack your bags cause I've already won.
Mike looked into a mirror and smiled at what he saw. His reflection included those of his alternate personalities, who were happily admiring their looks. Then an emo version of Mike, with his hair flipped over his face, suddenly appeared in the back, frightening everyone.
Everything to prove nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Chef roasted the remains of a mutated rat in the cafeteria over the stove in front of the campers. Ryan and Stephanie looked at each other, then back at Chef with their game faces on. Behind them, Tyler, Lindsay, Zoey, Cameron, Sam, and Lightning mingled.
'Cuz I wanna be famous
Amy attempted to tackle Sammy, but Cody appeared and shoved her aside, before pulling Sammy into a hug. Behind them, Sierra cursed to herself.
Na na nana na na nana nana na na na na na naaaaah
Courtney, Duncan, and Gwen watched Sugar engage in a slap-fight with MacArthur to Sanders' disapproval. Courtney was holding Duncan's hand, but the latter was secretly checking out Gwen.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
Carrie and Devin sat together in the Climate Hall, the one warm part of the island left, when it suddenly began raining, and then the door opened, causing both to get very cold. It turned out Alejandro had been responsible. He grinned evilly at the camera. But he didn't notice Brick spying on him. Brick's eyes narrowed.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous.
Topher chatted with Dakota, who was busy with intern work. Behind them, Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief as she looked behind the good cabin. Because of the colder weather, the lustblossoms were dormant.
*Whistling*
At the campfire, as the other campers I didn't have time to name looked on excitedly, Noah and Emma looked each other in the eyes...and then Justin interrupted the moment by appearing between them. They gave him immediate death glares, causing him to run off. The couple looked back at the camera with raised eyebrows.
Mess Hall
Trent grimaced at the brown slop in front of him. "Maybe this'll taste better if I put some spices on it," he muttered. He grabbed the nearest salt and pepper shakers and turned them over. He got a lot more spice than he'd expected when the tops popped off, dumping the entirety of their contents onto his plate. "Not what I meant. Okay, who unscrewed the tops of the shakers?"
Behind him, Duncan burst out laughing, only to suddenly stop when he noticed Courtney's death glare. "Aw, c'mon, princess! It's funny!"
"Not really! This sort of immature humor is only going to tick people off!"
"Are you suggesting I up my prank game?" Duncan asked slyly.
Courtney facepalmed. "No, Duncan, not what I meant." She dropped her hands. "I'm only trying to protect you! Can't you see that?"
"Maybe I don't NEED protection. Yeah, maybe I can handle myself just fine! WITHOUT your help!"
"Sorry to burst the drama bubble, but we've got a challenge, so meet me at the campfire!" Chris said over the PA system.
"...How the heck did he know about our argument from where he is?" Courtney asked, dumbfounded.
"I don't."
Confessional – Alejandro.
"Duncan has been itching to let go of Courtney for months now," Alejandro noted. "And I believe this may finally be the day." He pulled out an opened plastic bag of popcorn. "If that is the case, then I believe I'm just going to sit back and enjoy the show." He chuckled darkly and tossed a piece into his mouth.
Confessional – Owen.
Alejandro had left the popcorn behind, and Owen was now eating it. "Al is the only guy I know who can make popcorn taste evil," he grimaced. "What's even in this stuff?" he asked as he turned the bag around so he could look at the ingredients list.
"Okay little dudes, who's ready for the beach?" Chris asked.
"It's November. There's snow on the ground. Are you TRYING to kill us?" Amy asked.
"Isn't that obvious by the twenty-sixth challenge?" Eva grunted.
"I know, it doesn't SEEM like you'll be able to have an awesome beach party challenge in the fall!" Geoff and Bridgette sighed at this. "BUT do recall I've Climate Hall! See, it rhymes."
"Dude, don't explain the joke, it's less funny that way," Noah snarked.
"Says you. Follow me!"
Climate Hall
"We're doing a multi-part challenge themed after those cheesy teen beach movies. First, though, I will break you into your teams, of which there will be two.
"Gwen, you are the captain of...the Screaming Gaffers! You will have dominion over Duncan, DJ, Harold, Heather, Leshawna, Bridgette, Zoey, Sierra, Cody, Sugar, Tyler, Tom, Jacques, Crimson, Ennui, Brick, Ella, Dave, Laurie, Sadie, Sam, Lightning, Stephanie, B, Sanders, MacArthur, Dawn, Jay, and Cameron!
"Trent, you are the captain of...the Killer Grips! You have dominion over everyone else."
"What's a grip? And what's a gaffer?" Devin asked, scratching his head under his hat.
"A grip is a stagehand who adjusts the props 'n' scenery. A gaffer is the person who handles the lighting," Leshawna explained. "Jazz did some of both in the theater troop back home, so I kinda picked it up along the way."
"It's nerd osmosis!" Harold exclaimed.
"I guess it kinda is."
"What it is more is a cheap takeoff of the Screaming Gophers and Killer Bass," Scarlett remarked, earning some laughs.
"Hey, does anyone else pronounce 'Bass' like the instrument when they read it in the story?" Everyone stopped and looked at Lindsay. "...What?"
"No breaking the 4th wall at Climate Hall," Chris remarked. "The challenge goes as follows. For part one there are two enormous surfboards I've suspended over the cinnamon water from the second challenge. Your entire team is gonna stand on it and try to balance on it...while Chef throws things at you! The team with the most members still on the board by the time the surfing music stops wins a half-hour headstart.
"Headstart for what, you may ask? Why, building sandcastles just like your massive snow forts from the third challenge! Whoever does the best when I call time wins an advantage for the next part: a dance-off! The advantage is ten minutes of preptime. Your captains will need to do a very specific dance routine, and as soon as one of them messes up, their team kicks someone out! Good luck!"
Screaming Gaffers: Gwen, Duncan, DJ, Harold, Heather, Leshawna, Bridgette, Zoey, Sierra, Cody, Sugar, Tyler, Tom, Jacques, Crimson, Ennui, Brick, Ella, Dave, Laurie, Sadie, Sam, Lightning, Stephanie, B, Sanders, MacArthur, Dawn, Jay, and Cameron.
Killer Grips: Trent, Shawn, Sky, Jasmine, Ryan, Noah, Emma, Izzy, Owen, Carrie, Jen, Beardo, Sammy, Devin, Miles, Kitty, Lindsay, Mike, Justin, Jo, Amy, Courtney, Geoff, Alejandro, Josee, Taylor, Scarlett, and Topher.
"Wait a minute, hold up. We're in winter clothing. And I am NOT getting this sweater wet," Jen pointed out.
"Don't worry! I had the interns fetch your bathing suits for you," Chris explained. The teens looked at each other in concern.
Confessional – Ryan.
"Seriously? That's a breach of privacy, man! Not cool!"
Confessional – Dudley.
"Well, the good news is, Sierra's not as creepy as I feared she was."
Confessional – Billy.
Billy shuddered. "I had no idea those magazines existed...or that Izzy was able to smuggle them over..."
Confessional – Izzy.
"Hey, I'm a girl with needs! Be glad it's not anything REALLY weird like inflation or vore!" Izzy shook her head, frowning and sighing. "DeviantArt goes places even Izzy won't go."
Confessional – Fella.
"Hmmm...maybe I should make my guidelines stricter," the website in question's robotic mascot mused.
Inside Climate Hall, there were four portable lockers. Two were red and adorned with the logo of the Killer Grips, a clenched fist, while two were green and adorned with that of the Screaming Gaffers, a lightbulb and crossbones. There was a "MEN" and a "WOMEN" on one each of the pair. The contestants quickly figured out that these were to be used for changing into their bathing suits.
"Nice suit, Gwen!" Tom said as Gwen left her locker with a dark purple one-piece with a few gray stripes. "That new?"
"Thanks! Yeah, it is. Mom sent it over for my birthday. My old one was getting a little ratty."
"I agree, this is much better than that last one," Duncan remarked as he went in to change.
Gwen smiled at this, blushing faintly, something Tom noticed. "You like him?" the Fashion Blogger asked.
"Little bit, yeah. He's just so straightforward. I liked him before he and Courtney met, but I just want him to be happy."
Little do you know, Gothy, that me being happy means me being with you, Duncan thought, lifting his head higher.
"Alright, everyone's changed! Good! Now get on the boards!" Chris announced. The boards were roughly the same size as the boat that took people home, seventy feet of hardened plastic foam. They were color-coded for the teams, and suspended on five clawed supports. Underneath the boards were many foam pellets to "cushion" the fall, soaked in a tub of cinnamon water. "Chef, you ready?"
Chef clicked his leech shooter. "Affirmative, Pretty Boy!"
"Then let's begin!" Chris pulled out a boombox and turned it on. Misirlou began playing.
Over the next two minutes and thirty-six seconds, various things got thrown at the campers. Leeches, stale meatballs, interns, the usual. Trent was the first to fall, cursing his bad luck on that day after coughing violently on the cinnamon water. Owen was next, landing on top of the poor chap, and Trent was lucky he didn't drown. And others continued to fail at staying on, dropping off and making the pile of tangled limbs and bruised joints even worse.
By the time the song ended, Sierra, Crimson, and Ennui were still on for the Gaffers, and Jasmine, Ryan, Noah, and Amy for the Grips. "Well, looks like the Killer Grips win this round! You guys get to start your sandcastles right now!" A dumptruck had arrived in the building and it dumped a large pile of sand on the floor. Some of the sand was picked up into the air, covering the teens.
"How did a truck get in here?" Justin asked, trying to get sand and cinnamon out of his hair.
"I believe there are a set of hidden doors large enough for vehicles somewhere in the walls," Scarlett explained.
"Oh, I thought it was going to be something weirder."
"Chris does seem to wield powers no man should."
"Hey, can you quit yakking so we can build the stupid sandcastle already?" Amy asked.
"I suppose."
"Wow, so much in-fighting!" Chris said, grinning. "Will it get worse? Find out after these messages."
"Aren't we supposed to have shovels or something?" Emma asked. Chris chucked a plastic shovel at her face in response. "Ow! I'll take that as a yes."
Noah silently glared at Chris, a tranquil fury slowly boiling...
Do da do da doo. Commercial break!
"And we're back!" Chris said to the audience. "Due to the Grips having one more person on their surfboard than the Gaffers, they've won a half-hour headstart on their sandcastle! So let's see how they've used their time, shall we?"
"Man, I wish we had some more water, this thing's not doing so well," Topher frowned. Despite their headstart, they were having difficulty getting their castle to stay up, due to not having much water on hand to stick the sand together with.
"I can help with that!" Izzy exclaimed. She rummaged through her cleavage, pulling out various items, among them a pack of ballpoint pens, a neon sign, and an anchor. "Here we go!" she said finally on finding a gallon bottle of water.
"...How are you able to hide that much stuff in there?" Sky asked.
"We stopped questioning that a long time ago, trust me," Shawn replied. "Thanks Iz. Now that we have a source of water we can actually start building our sandcastle. Hope there aren't any beach zombies here."
"Don't think that's likely, mate," Jasmine said as she poured the water into the sand. "The floor beneath us is rock-hard concrete. And the only other way in is through extreme cold."
"Frostbite can't stop the undead."
"You have a point."
Screaming Gaffers
"Okay, so while they're busy working, we should work on possible designs. That way, if we know what we want to build, we can catch up pretty quickly," Stephanie explained.
"A sound plan," Crimson affirmed emotionlessly. "I do like the castles of Romania, but I feel they may be too complex for us to build."
"Not necessarily," Duncan pondered. "Chris never said our sandcastle had to be pure sand. So what if we whipped up some paper-mache and mixed some sand into that?"
"Well, it would stay up better," Gwen mused, "and you're right that Chris gave us such an obvious loophole. So I think we should go for it."
Killer Grips
"Okay, we've made good progress. Time to stick the flags in," Trent said. The sandcastle was about the height of a vending machine now. Alejandro handed him some little flags they'd made with Chris' face on them to score some extra points with the host.
"Why nine of them?" Miles asked. "Is nine special?"
"My luck's been really down today, and nine's my lucky number. It was the number of the locomotive my grandpa drove back when he worked on the CNR, and he was always on time. So I'm trying to regain lost ground," Trent explained.
"Oh," Miles nodded. "I see what you mean. I always do stuff to improve my luck with the Reiki energy too."
"Whatever floats your boat." Trent placed the last of the flags into the sandcastle...which immediately collapsed.
"Maybe we needed less water after all," Justin remarked.
"Or maybe we needed a better captain," Josee snapped.
"Chill out! We've still got time to rebuild it," Noah remarked.
"Not for long we don't. Our time lead just expired," Courtney said nervously after checking her watch.
Screaming Gaffers
"My fanfictions!" Sierra shrieked as her printouts were wrestled away from her.
"Sierra, it's for the greater good of the team! And besides, they're online! You can just print them again!" Gwen replied.
"Oh yeah..."
"Tyler, water!" Tyler tossed her his water bottle. Gwen emptied its contents and mixed the wet paper with sand, before rapidly molding it.
"Annnnnnd time!" Chris announced. The Killer Grips had mostly rebuilt their sandcastle, and it now only had one Chris-faced flag. "Could've used more me flags, but it's certanly big enough! But oh, size doesn't matter because the Screaming Gaffers have the more complex sandcastle!" Indeed, it was much more realistic than their opponents' despite being only the size of a microwave. "So Gwen gets to prepare for the final part and Trent does not! The rest of you get to watch their performance to see who's the king or the queen of the beach!"
While Gwen was inside the Gaffer Girls' changing room preparing for the final part, Courtney was fuming. "That's so not fair! We worked so hard on ours and the other team just skirts right in with a paper-mache sculpture!"
"Hey, Chris didn't say we couldn't," Duncan shrugged.
Courtney growled. "Duncan, honestly, you need to be taking this show a lot more seriously than you are!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! Like, why'd your alliance take out Katie? She didn't do anything to endanger you guys!"
"She's right!" Sadie agreed.
"Why haven't you eliminated someone who's tougher competition, like Jacques or Josee? Or a known cheater, like Sugar? Or Noah and Emma, who're leading the biggest alliance here that's been storming through with minimal losses?"
"HEY!" the first three barked indignantly.
"She's got a point," Noah commented.
"And I'm starting to question your allegiance to Alejandro, too." Alejandro's eyes narrowed at her comment.
"Oh, like you can tell me what to do! And it's not like you're any better, Miss Let's-Ally-With-Heather-And-Scott! You know what? Forget it. I'm done!" He stormed off angrily.
Confessional – Duncan.
"Yeah, it's official. Courtney and I aren't an item anymore," Duncan said. He smirked. "I feel like a new man."
However, he didn't realize that he'd neglected to tell Courtney that he considered their relationship terminated, meaning that she didn't consider themselves broken up.
Eventually, the ten minutes of prep time were up. Gwen and Trent walked up to a portable TV screen.
"Okay maggots, the moves are here! Trent, this is your first time seeing them, Gwen, this isn't." The screen was covered with multicolored shoeprints that went all over the place.
Trent gulped. "That's...complex..."
"It certainly is!" Chris agreed.
Chef continued. "I'm gonna play Mambo No. 5. The original song from 1949, not the 1999 one about two-timin' or the 2017 one about suicidal anime girls. You gotta dance along to these exact beats. Every thirty seconds, the speed'll go up twenty percent. Whoever missteps first loses it."
"Good luck, chumps!" Chris said as Chef turned on the radio.
"May the best person win," Gwen said.
"Yeah, yeah, I hope so," Trent sighed.
Chef turned on the boombox and the song began. Despite the complexity of the dance moves, Trent was doing pretty well. But when the music sped up from 100% to 120%, he found it harder to keep up with.
Once the music had sped up a second time, going from 120% to 144%, it was worse. And again when it went from 144% to 172.8%. When it sped up a fourth time to 207.36%, he couldn't keep up any longer and fell on his butt.
"Gwen wins it for the Screaming Gaffers!" Her team cheered. "She's the queen of the beach!"
"TRENT YOU LITTLE–"
"Josee, calm your buns! It's not that important!" Jasmine admonished.
"Do you even KNOW what one could do with five million dollars?! DO YOU?!"
"Well, anyway, meet me at the campfire at eight, Killer Grips, someone's going home! But before you leave, please remember to change back into your winter clothes."
Confessional – Emma.
"Josee's going nuts as her team continues to lose, and Courtney's right about her being tough competition." She wrote JOSEE on a piece of paper.
Confessional – Topher.
"Wow, fast episode. 'Course, most of it's actions our dinosaurian writer's too lazy to describe," Topher commented.
"WILL YOU JUST VOTE ALREADY?!" someone very important snapped from offscreen.
"Okay, okay! Trent bugged up, so he's going." Topher wrote TRENT on a piece of paper.
Confessional – Owen.
"Josee's been nothing but mean, and I don't want her hurting anyone else," Owen said. He wrote JOSEE on a piece of paper.
Confessional – Alejandro.
"I need to get the Ice Dancers on my side. I have a new plan to destabilize the Misfits and I need their help in order to succeed." He wrote TRENT on a piece of paper.
"Here's how we go through the process of eliminations," Chris said. "We use the marshmallow system here. When I call your name, come get one." Twenty-nine marshmallows were on the plate, a mere four of them colored. "The marshmallows are color-coded to show how many votes you got because the anticipation itches like sand in your trunks, and I like seeing you guys suffer. White means no votes against you, and the recipients are Shawn, Sky, Jasmine, Ryan, Noah, Emma, Zoey, Izzy, Owen, Carrie, Jen, Beardo, Sammy, Devin, Miles, Kitty, Lindsay, Mike, Justin, Courtney, Geoff, Alejandro, Taylor, Scarlett, and Topher." They all got their marshmallows.
"Blue means you received only one vote against you. However, today we don't have any." Chris pointed to the two green marshmallows. "Green means you got more than one vote, but are still safe. Jo has a pair of votes against her, while Amy has five."
"Ugh, SERIOUSLY? This joke is getting old!" Amy griped.
"So is our tolerance of you, Sheila," Jasmine grumbled.
Two colored marshmallows were left. "Orange means you're on the chopping block, but are safe. Red means you're out. Josee. Trent."
Josee snarled at Trent.
"Josee, you've got the temper of a bear with fleas. In other words, not much of one. Trent, meanwhile, you did a bad job of being a captain. In fact, you were a real crap-tain." He laughed sinisterly at his own joke. "It's twelve versus ten...
...
...
...
...
"And it's Josee who got that ten! Trent, you're out!"
"Today just wasn't my day, was it?" Trent sighed.
Confessional – Gwen.
"I hate to see Trent go, but on the other hand, at least now he won't have to suffer at the hands of Chris any more," Gwen said.
"And neither will I," Duncan added, appearing in the confessional.
"Duncan? But...I thought the confessional door locked behind you."
"Me too. Either you didn't pull it closed all the way, or the lock's busted. But hey, it's still a good thing either way. I heard what you said earlier about liking me."
"Yeah, well...you and Courtney."
"Not really. We broke up."
"Oh? So that's what that fight I heard happening while I was prepping for the dance ended up with?"
"Yep. And now I'm free to do whatever I want. Like this." He pulled Gwen close and kissed her. The Snarky Goth was surprised by the sudden gesture, but eventually relaxed.
The wind blew the confessional door open even more, and the brief flash of color caught a passing Tyler's attention. He tiptoed over, and his jaw dropped when he saw what was inside, before he silently ran away before either of them noticed.
"Duncan's a heartbreaker, alright!" Chris chuckled. He stood in Climate Hall. "Twenty-six down. Fifty-eight remain. Who'll wash away the failure and who won't get a bucket full of five million big ones? Find out on
"Total.
"Drama!"
He walked forward, then heard a squelch. He looked down and saw that he'd stepped in some leftover paper-mache that was still wet. "Ewwwwww, my best beach sneakers!"
Votes:
Trent – Amy
Shawn – Josee
Sky – Trent
Jasmine – Amy
Ryan – Trent
Noah – Josee
Emma – Josee
Zoey – Jo
Izzy – Josee
Owen – Josee
Carrie – Josee
Jen – Trent
Beardo – Josee
Sammy – Jo
Devin – Trent
Miles – Trent
Kitty – Josee
Lindsay – Josee
Mike – Josee
Justin – Amy
Jo – Trent
Amy – Trent
Courtney – Trent
Geoff – Amy
Alejandro – Trent
Josee – Trent
Taylor – Trent
Scarlett – Amy
Topher – Trent
Results: 12-10-5-2 Trent-Josee-Amy-Jo
Eliminated: Staci, Leonard, Tammy, Leshaniqua, Spud, Chet, Dakota (ii), Phil (r), Ellody, Rock, Rodney (t), Anne Maria, Mickey, Jazz (r), Max, Mary, Junior, Zeke (t), Beth, Brody, Scott, Lauren, Brady, Lorenzo (t), Katie, Trent
Known active immunity idols: Josee (Crimson), Owen, Carrie, Tyler, Sammy, Lindsay (Noah), Geoff (Geoff), Justin (Ella), Duncan (Alejandro)
Future eliminations immunized against: Emma (8)
Bonus clip:
Tyler rocked back and forth in the fetal position. "I'm so dead," he gulped.