The screen was entirely dark, with no Dana or Aaron anywhere to be seen to do their regularly scheduled intro. Most people knew what this would mean, but once the guitar riff started to play, everyone knew what was happening. The letter "T" suddenly flew across the screen, and it was soon followed by a scene from one of the previous episodes, that being the one where Ronnie declared Blaster his rival.

"'Hey, Robot!' she waved to him with a sweet smile on her face."

"'Gah, I told you! It's Ronnie!'"

"'Oh, sorry, Robert!'"

"'You- okay, nevermind that! You, me, that pool. A race from end to end. Winner gets to be crowned Supreme Winner of Everything.'"

"'Oh...uh, okay! I just gotta...uh…' Ronnie watched the girl sit down in one of the seats at the edge of the pool and start to take her leg off, causing his jaw to drop in astonishment."

"'No! No, no!'"

The clip cut out, soon being followed by another letter, this time, a "D." When the letter finished its course over the screen, another clip from a different episode showed up…this time from the mini-episode where Ronnie revealed himself to be working in the shadows with the mysterious, masked man.

"'Well, I'm not dead, am I?' the boy asked, crossing his arms."

"'No, but you are late. Very late.'"

"'I had some business to take care of.'"

"'Ah, yes...the girl. Remind me, what did I tell you when we first met each other?'"

"'To prioritize our meetings above all, or some shit like that.'"

"'Exactly...and what have you done this morning?'"

"'Prioritized something else.'"

Another letter passed by on the screen, an "S" this time. It was followed by a clip from the episode with the cooking challenge, the bit where Ronnie went to complain to his "ally."

"'Eh, remind me what the deal was?'" Chris looked down at the wrist of his suit, which seemed to be like a smartphone of sorts. He was playing a retro game on it…at least he was until Ronnie pressed a button on the suit, causing it to shut off. "'Come on, man! I was seriously on the last level there!'"

"'Man, I don't care about your stupid game, I care about our deal! I promised to help you sneak onto the island and to give you Dana's schedule so you could have your little revenge or whatever, and you promised to keep my ditzy rival safe from being eliminated!'" Ronnie crossed his arms, a vein looking as if it was about to burst on his forehead. "'Lo and behold, she done went and got herself eliminated on some stupid shit!'"

The fourth letter came around the screen, that being an "I," of course. It was followed by another clip, a clip from the very beginning of the episode that Ronnie was eliminated in. Specifically when he was in the gym.

"'Maybe I am, maybe not. Who knows, you could still be eliminated for sneaking around Dana's office and helping Chris kidnap her…but when Chris takes the lead, you'll definitely be eliminated. Seems like a pretty clear cut deal to me.'"

"'So, it's either get eliminated for sure, or maybe get eliminated anyways?'" Ronnie crossed his arms, a stern look on his face. "'Those odds are complete crap…'" The look on his face suddenly started to shift, eventually ending up as a cheeky grin. "'And I love it when odds are complete crap!'" He stood from his seat, walking over to Thomas and looking down on him. "'Yeah, I'll show Chris a thing or two and get Dana back here. Gives me all I really need out of this show…putting that washed up son of a bitch in his place!'"

The last of the five letters came to the screen, this time an "A." It was followed by yet another clip from the same episode

"'RONNIE!'" Dana called up from the bottom of the water tower, bringing Ronnie's attention right to her. "'WHAT'S THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU SNEAKING AROUND IN MY OFFICE AND TELLING CHRIS MY SCHEDULE SO HE COULD KIDNAP ME!?'"

"'...Ah, shit.'"

The letters pieced themselves together to spell out "TDSI: A," and just like that, the guitar riff finished and the letters disappeared from everyone's sight.

The camera suddenly flew into the sky, being struck by a massive chunk of debris and knocking it back to the ground, only to be picked up by a cute, blue and silver striped robot with one wheel that it used to move.

"Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine," the robot pointed the camera at Theodore at a cafeteria table, pounding down energy drinks like a champ, his eyes twitching from the caffeine while Larida looked concerned for his health.

"You guys are on my mind," at a nearby table, Ronnie was arm wrestling Mitchell, winning easily and slamming him straight through the table, causing Celeste to run over and start screaming at the powerhouse.

"You asked me what I wanted to be and I think the answer's plain to see," the robot wheeled its way out of the cafeteria, showing a junkyard with Vernon scribbling something down in silence and Ivy looking over his shoulder to peek at it, until Blaster popped out of one of the garbage piles, scaring him and making his papers fly off into the sky.

"I wanna be famous!" Vernon ran after his papers, leaving Ivy behind in confusion, eventually passing by Margaret and Daniel as they were making out while surrounded by four intense looking mafia thugs, one who spotted the camera and chased after it.

"I wanna live close to the sun," the robot wheeled away from the mafia goon, passing by Zane and Bunny, the latter who was bugging the boy by holding a mic up to his face, which he tried to shove away.

"So pack your bags, cause I've already won," Fridge carried Caleb on his shoulders across from Aaron, who had Dana on his own shoulders, the two up top slapping at each other as the robot passed by.

"Everything to prove, nothing in my way, I'll get there one day," as the robot continued to roll around, it finally made its way out of the junkyard and to the remnants of Cali-Tokyo, where Buck was attempting to profess his love to Yves, who was all flustered by the gesture.

"I wanna be famous!" Nearby, atop a pile of rubble, Brittany was making fun of Valerie, who let out a sigh and pushed her off the pile and onto the ground.

"Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na," near the pile, there were some barrels of toxic waste, which inspired Mitzy, who scribbled something down on a blank sheet while Alice was absolutely appalled by the sight.

"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" CJ was being chased by a massive and terrifying robot with six legs and two clawed arms, which then noticed the robot with the camera and chased after it, causing it to drop the camera.

"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" The camera feed cut to the aftermath stage, showing Calvin trying to kiss Max, who, out of embarrassment, belched right in his face.

The two were soon shoved aside by Capone, who rolled his eyes at them, while Sunny, next to him, waved happily to the camera with a huge smile on her face. Maggie popped up between the two of them, an acoustic guitar around her back, hugging them both tightly and snickering while the camera panned out to show the whole cast sitting in the risers, with the little robot sitting next to Caleb, and Franchesco standing off to the side with a glare fixed on Maggie.

A thunderous uproar of cheering and applause could be heard as the camera flickered on, showing the massive audience that was sitting before the aftermath stage. Of course, on the stage, there was a good gathering of people. On the large couch there sat, in this order, Sunny, Maggie, and Capone, each of which waved to the crowd as they cheered for them. Off to the side, in the risers of losers, a couple people were seated. Daniel aimed finger guns at the crowd, a grin on his face as he did. Mitch was busy scribbling words down frantically in a book, hardly paying attention to his surroundings outside of glancing at the crowd and lightly waving to them. Alice had her arms crossed as she sat down, staring at the crowd as if they were a bunch of monsters. Lastly, there was Larida, who finally joined the group, seemingly fully healed from her injuries. She waved to the crowd with both hands, making the big, happy presence that she was well known for. There was one other person on the stage, although he did try to keep himself out of the way. Franchesco, who stood by the entrance door, could just barely be seen by the crowd, to which he nodded, but nothing more than that.

Capone stood up from the couch first, making sure that he waited right until Sunny was about to get up just to outshine her, like the star everyone knew him to be. "What is up audience!? That's right, we're back here with the aftermath crew, and by crew, I mean one man army, bam!" He posed like a herculean statue, soon kissing his bicep before Maggie kicked him right in the keister, knocking him down to the stage floor.

"Bah, just ignore Capuchin, he's the least important member of our lovely little group! I'm Maggie!" The crowd went silent, so silent that crickets could be heard chirping throughout the building. Her real eyes were hidden behind her high tech goggles, but the pixelated eyes on those glared at them. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a stun gun and aiming it towards the lot of them, bringing forth a loud, conjoined gasp. "APPLAUD FOR ME, FOOLS!"

Sunny hurrieds to get up from the couch, grabbing Maggie by the shoulders and pulling her back a bit. "Don't mind my buddy and her temper…she's still a bit peeved about…well, you'll all see later on! Oh, and I'm Sunny…you know!" She struck a cutesy pose, winking at the crowd and bringing forth more cheering. The tense atmosphere was quick to dissipate while Maggie grumbled and tucked her stun gun right back into her pocket. Capone brought himself back up to his feet, sticking his tongue out at the most insane host of the trio. "Yes, yes, we're back after sooooooooooo long! Well, really it wasn't that long, but I bet the show just isn't that interesting without us there, right? Of course, if my Nana had shown up with Chris in that one episo-"

"I WOULD'VE TORN HIM LIMB FROM LIMB!" Maggie started huffing and puffing, steam pouring out of her ears. Sunny patted her on the back, trying to calm her down, but it really was to no avail.

"You know, maybe Miss Maniacal should sit out until our special guest star makes his appearance here, eh?" Capone suggested his plan to Sunny, but he was only answered with an eyeroll. "Come on, it'll be so much more if we bench her until then! I know that the fans are gonna love it!"

"You know, you might be right, Caprincess! …I mean, for once. You're usually so wrong that the audience will boo whenever you open that nasty mouth of yours!" The crowd laughed at Sunny's comment, of course, much to the displeasure of the man himself. The idol turned to look at Maggie, making sure to pat her head gently. "Buddy, you just take five…or ten…or fifteen. We'll let you know when he's here, and you can handle the whole interview by yourself, okay?"

"...Fine! Fine fine fine fine fine!" Maggie crossed her arms and scuttled over to the risers with the former contestants, sitting down in Larida's lap, without asking for permission, as she does. "You! Mom lady! Do that thing you do when everyone is upset!"

"You mean show them general love and affection and tell them how proud of them I am?" Larida's eyes glistened and she wrapped her arms around Maggie in a big hug. "Oh, Maggie, I know you're upset, but if it makes you feel better, there's not a single person in the world that's as insane as you are."

"Damn straight there isn't." Maggie was still pretty peeved about…whatever was ticking her off, but she sunk into the mother figure's arms and simmered down a bit.

"Ahem…that'll be fun when we get back to her, but for now, me and Capole Dancer will make sure to keep the entertainment coming at ya, steady and smooth." Sunny opened her mouth to talk more, but was soon interrupted by Capone.

"Yeah! Me and Sun…Sun…Sunofagun here will do just fine without Mag…Mag…um…Magledesh!" The crowd immediately began to boo as Capone uttered his two cents, only making him angry. "You think it's so easy to just come up with these clever nicknames on the spot, but it ain't!"

"Cappy, Capless, Captain Obvious, Capwned, Capoindexter." On cue, the crowd cheered for Sunny and her clever nicknaming skills, causing the bodybuilder to grumble out of spite. "Let's get on with things, though…for our very first guest of the day: he's been on top of the world, he's been out of this world! He's had some clever things to say, but his brain is full of potato chips! Everyone, please put your hands together for the lovely hero of Scrap Island, CJ!"

An uproar of applause boomed throughout the building as Franchesco opened the door to the stage, allowing CJ to roll into the building in his wheelchair…which he had glued skateboards to the wheels of so he came in with style. "What is up dudes and lady dudes!? I'm so pumped to be here! Where am I again?" Capone rushed over to the boy, helping him roll over to the table and sitting him right next to the chair that was across the couch.

"Yeah, so funny thing about CJ, he's on so many painkillers right now that he isn't quite sure what's going on." Sunny gestured to the boy, who was smiling a huge, dumb guy smile. "Weirdly, the doctor said he shouldn't need them anymore, but he insisted that they give him the biggest dose he could get! We'll be sure to make sure we treat him well…especially while best buddy is sitting down."

"Right, right!" Capone plopped himself down back onto the couch, sitting next to Sunny, though both of them made it obvious that they really didn't want to be sitting next to each other. "CJ, buddy boy, buckaroo, you doing alright man?"

"I'm okay, dad! I'm good…I'm gooooooooooooo…d." CJ kept smiling that big smile of his, slowly turning his head to look at the crowd. "I love you guys, man…I love you guys soooooooo much!" Then, suddenly, the smile faded from the skater boy's face, and it was replaced with despair. "I've committed horrible crimes against the people of Canadia."

"Ooooooookay! I wonder if we can even get some straight answers out of this cracked out wackadoo." Capone pulled up the question cards from the table, glancing them over before Sunny snatched them right from his hands. "Hey!"

"You'll get your turn, don't you worry!" Sunny chuckled as she looked down at the questions available to her. "Hm…how about this one, from LittleRedline! Can you tell us a little about the button on your hat?"

"I'm wearing a hat?" CJ shifted his glance upwards, only to stare at the ceiling and get lost in thought for a moment. "I like hats…I should probably buy a hat at some point and put a little pin on it that represents this whole AU, man…"

"...What?" Capone cocked an eyebrow at the boy, who slowly shifted his gaze to him.

"Buck…when did you get so sexy, man?" The crowd was shocked to hear those words, but soon let out an "oo" noise while Capone blushed from the question itself.

"Let's just get right on to the next question…I don't even wanna think about…what that was." Capone snatched the card back from Sunny, who crossed her arms and pouted like a little toddler. "Your next question is gonna be from Alexneushoorn…and let's try to actually answer this one, okay, buddy? How far do you think you would've gotten into the game if you weren't medically evacuated?"

"...who?" CJ stared blankly at Capone, waiting for him to repeat the name of the person who sent the question.

"I literally just said this, man. The question is coming from-"

"Cares?" Capone popped a vein in his forehead as CJ mocked him, though Sunny was quick to take the card back from her co-host and move along.

"Of course, CJ would never answer a question that was asked by you, Capointless." Sunny snickered like the clever little devil that she is. "I'll ask it and get a real answer out of him. CJ, this question is from-"

"I'm awful glad you asked me, Murr, reald damn glad. You know, I actually thought about this question before I came here tonight, I did, it's true. See, I like questions, questions are good and they're very good, especially when the question is this question you're asking me. We like questions, I mean, Buck just asked me a question and I loved it! Every word of it! If the game were answering questions, I would've won because I answer every question, all of 'em, no questions for anyone else. If anyone tried to answer any of my questions, I would've kicked them off my plane with no parachute. It's just what I do, Murr."

Sunny and Capone glanced between each other, not even sure how they were supposed to respond to the sudden ramblings of the madman before them. "Now, CJ, we've got one more question for you, buddy." Weirdly, the aftermath guest was speaking to himself, Sunny and Capone hadn't even opened their mouths. "CJ, CJ, buddy, pal, friend…this question is from the one and only, Phoenix Writer GPH. Where are the snacks, dude?"

Suddenly, CJ scooted himself to the other side of the table, now seating himself right next to the aftermath hosts while he continued to speak to himself and no one else. "What!? Are you accusing me of stockpiling!? I would never, never do such a horrible thing! How dare you ask me that, man!? How dare!?"

Again, he scooted back to the other side of the table, turning around to face where he just was. "CJ, relax, just answer the question. Your sentence will be a lot shorter if you just tell us the truth. You don't want us to have to play good cop, bad cop with you, do you?"

He rolled back to the other side of the table, gasping as if he had been accused of murdering someone in cold blood. "You can't do this to me, man, I never did none of that nasty stuff you're saying I did, man! We were there, man, me and all my snacks that I took from the pantry! We were all there, man! It was all so real, man…" Out of nowhere, CJ suddenly burst into tears, wailing like he just lost a loved one. "I did it, man! I'm guilty! GUILTY!"

"...I think he's lost it," Capone leaned over to his co-host to whisper to hear, though CJ picked the noise up and immediately turned to face the two of them, scaring them both.

"You two! You did this to me, you did it! You made me admit my guilt…I know what I have to do now! I'm going to-" Sunny pressed a button on her remote, causing the floor to open up underneath the skater boy, which he fell into. "HEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHOOOOOOOO!"

There was a moment of silence before the floor closed up again, and Franchesco let out a sigh, rubbing his brow. "...I'll go down there and get him. You guys probably overwhelmed him with all those questions." The bodyguard exited the stage, leaving the door open behind him.

"Right…that was…that was something." Sunny cleared her throat, trying to get past the shock that just struck her. "Well…I think the best thing to do is to move on to our next guest."

"Yes…yes, that's right, we need to pull her out here." Capone tugged at his shirt collar, pretending that he was never frightened, not even for a second. "She's got an appetite large enough to eat the entire Earth, and enough noxious gas in her body to be considered a chemical weapon! That's right, everybody! Please welcome the most, or least, lovely lady on the show, Max!"

Max burst through the stage door, a leg of mutton stuffed in her mouth while she struggled to carry five other plates of assorted junk foods, ranging from pizza to ice cream. The crowd cheered for her, although a bit confused as to how exactly had the strength to carry all that food. She romped on over to the guest chair, seating herself down like a queen at her fancy dinner table, setting each of the plates on the table and vacuuming all of the meat off of the mutton before tossing the bone to the crowd…and conking an audience member on the head with it. "Oh, sorry!"

"Max…is all this food here just for you? Like…that's a lot of food." Sunny chuckled to herself, soon reaching down to one of the plates. "Would you mind if I just took a little-"

"I will bite that hand off of your body so fast that you won't even remember it being there in the first place if you even dare to try and take that food from me." Max was a lot more aggressive than ever before, startling Sunny and causing her to pull her hand back. The uproarious girl rubbed the back of her neck, looking down at the ground. "S-sorry…I get a little cranky when I haven't eaten in a while. I mean, I wasn't allowed to get any food all day. …I suppose you can have some ice cream…but only a spoonful!"

Sunny grinned, reaching behind the couch to pull out a comically large spoon, one big enough to hold an entire Caleb in it. "Hey, save the memes for someone who's got the time, we've got an interview to get underway, here!" Capone grabbed the spoon from Sunny, tucking it right back where it was originally placed. "Max, you got eliminated because of some bogus nonsense, thanks to that big dumb dude, right? I think his name is Fridge?"

"Well, I wouldn't say it was completely bogus…and I definitely wouldn't call Fridge dumb! That's just…well, plain rude!" Max reached down to grab a slab of ham from her plate, shoving the whole thing into her mouth and swallowing it in a flash. "I got eliminated because I let my gut do all the thinking for me…Momma Max never spits up a meal, no matter what the circumstance is." She suddenly started to shiver, "E-even if it is a disgusting, bland salad, like the one that landed in my mouth."

"Aw…sorry you had to go through eating that horrible thing, truly. It must've been so bad." Sunny sympathized with the girl before reaching down to grab her question cards. "You think you're gonna be okay to answer some viewer questions?" Max sniffled lightly before she nodded to the host's question. "Great! So, of course, we gotta come out with this hard hitting question about your new boy toy, Calvin! This one, coming from Lord Gemini, was definitely one that almost didn't make the cut! If you need to put frosting on Calvin, what would be the flavor?"

Max's face flushed with red, and she choked on the slice of pizza that was in her mouth before finally swallowing it down and gasping for breath. "U-um…I think…maybe…maybe I shouldn't…uh…can we go to the next question?"

"Nope, not gonna work, lady!" Capone slammed his fist down on the table, making sure she knew he was serious about refusing her request. "Unlike CJ, you don't have a medical excuse to be skipping these questions…you've gotta give us an answer or face jail time!" He slammed his other fist down as well, shaking it quite a bit and causing the girl's plates of food to bounce up a little bit. "Answers, lady, answers!"

"Um…well…I guess, if I have to…" Max took in a very long and deep breath, confusing both of the hosts greatly before she continued. "I would put strawberry all over his face, it's probably one of the sweetest, and that sweet face of his would match it perfectly! He's got muscles for days, so he needs to have mint to go along with it, because mint packs a punch! On the center of his chest, right where his heart is, I would put pistachio! Tough on the outside, with a tasty center! …I think that's gonna be all I have to say on that one."

"...Wow. You clearly put a lot of thought into that question, there." Sunny giggled, soon looking down to see that the question card was no longer in her hand. "Ack! Capetty Thief in the building! He took my question card!"

"That's right! It's time for me to ask a question! And actually get a good answer…unlike what I got from CJ." Capone cracked his knuckles before taking a look back down at the card. "Let's see here…yep, here's a pretty good one! From Nobody245, how was the food you had while you were on the show?"

"The food while I was still on the show? Well, it was actually pretty good, for what it's worth." Max rubbed her gut, almost drooling from the thought of all the food that she had consumed while back on the island. "Preserved meats, canned peaches, candy…mmm, lots of candy. Pretty much everything you would need to go into a food coma! I just couldn't get enough of the stuff! Man, thinking about it makes me wish I was still back there! I didn't eat nearly as much as I should've!"

"You really do miss that stuff, eh?" Sunny shrugged her shoulders, "I guess I can't really blame ya…well, no, I don't understand. I've heard from the others that the food was less than pleasant…and the bare minimum that a human needs to survive."

"Mmmmmm yeah…that's the good stuff." Max's gut rumbled, causing her to look down at it. "Uhp! I still gotta keep at my lunch here or I'll turn into a crazy, carnivorous beast!" She snatched up a plate that had two whole loaves of garlic bread on it, chowing down on them promptly.

"Blech…I can never understand your appetite. Eh, I guess I don't need to, I only eat to bulk up, anyhow!" Capone flexed his muscles, inadvertently dropping the question card into Sunny's hand. "Hey! Give that back, lady!"

"You got to ask her the last question, so now it's my turn!" Sunny looked over the card, using her finger to trace along the questions before tapping a part of the card. "Aha, this one right here! Your last question from the viewers comes from Phoenix Writer GPH, and it's a really good one, at that! What does it mean to you to be such a great body positive role model for little girls and boys everywhere?"

"Oh, that is a good question! You know, it makes me feel pretty proud, because that's what I'm all about! I wouldn't be happy if it weren't for how I live my life, so I say to hell with the people who put you down for having some extra weight on ya or for being a bit thinner than usual! If anyone's got a problem with that, they can talk to my- beeeeeeeeeeeelch- gut!" Max stood up proudly, holding her fists up in glory.

The crowd cheered loudly for Max, while Capone just glanced down at his watch and jumped in front of her. "Ah, I know you all wanna keep on cheering for Max and all, but we've been going on for a super long time now! We're gonna cut to commercial here, but stay tuned for more, capow! Action!" The crowd continued to cheer while the camera panned out from the stage.

The feed to the stage cut to the first commercial, one that showed a view of an office. In the office, there was a husky man, sitting at a desk with a phone in his hand. Soft music played as he talked on the phone, but when he stopped talking, he set the phone down and stood from his desk. He was wearing a yellow polo shirt, that which represented the famous tech store, "Amazing Buy," a pair of black jeans with a black belt holding them up, and a nice pair of black shoes to match. Of course, his outfit wouldn't be complete if it weren't for his square-framed glasses and his lanyard, which had a picture of him on it. His hair was dirty blonde in color, being cut neatly, though he had a neckbeard, which discounted all the neatness about him. His blue eyes stared gleefully at the camera.

"How's it going there, folks? Gene Stubbs here, CEO of Amazing Buy, to tell you about the wonderful sales that we have coming up for Black Friday and Cyber Monday!" Gene left the office, ending up in a much larger room, the room itself containing many fancy, expensive electronics. "Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Mr. Stubbs, isn't Black Friday dangerous?' It can be, but let me tell you something. Life isn't life without a little danger! You may get trampled just a tiny bit, but it'll all be worth it once you get your hands on this fifty-two inch flat screen smart TV, discounted to only two ninety-nine from an original price of four ninety-nine! Wow, what a sale on that bad boy!"

Gene continued to walk along shelves where a whole lot of tech was displayed, pointing out each piece that was on sale. "We've got the Macrosoft Ybox Seven on sale for just three fifty-nine, the Clony Daystation Twelve for a measly three hundred smackeroos, the sales really are boundless! Plus, if you spend a grand total of at least one thousand dollars on Black Friday or Cyber Monday, you'll be entered into a draw where the ultimate is a ten dollar off coupon of any one item in the store! Pretty nifty, don't you think? So, folks, stuff your wallets with cash and get here in a flash, cause these sales are gonna have our tech flying off the shelves before you have the time to say 'this is a total scam!'" Gene waved at the camera while small words scrolled across the bottom of the screen, those which read, "Amazing Buy is not liable for any injuries sustained while shopping in our stores on Black Friday or Cyber Monday. Armor yourselves appropriately."

The camera cut back to the aftermath stage, where the fans were delighted to be back to their regularly scheduled program. CJ had been brought back up to the stage by Franchesco, who had set him up right next to the risers, while Max had seated herself down on the risers themselves, still chowing down on her improvised buffet. Sunny and Capone sat down on their couch, glaring at each other before they noticed that the camera was directed right at them. This time, Sunny was the first to rise from the seat, shoving Capone back so he couldn't steal her spotlight a second time.

"We're back, everyone! Hope the commercial wasn't too much of a bore for ya, I know that it can be a bit rough to sit through them while you really just wanna watch us shining like the stars that we are!" Sunny winked at the fans, bringing forth another uproar of applause, much to Capone's disappointment. "I know that some of you out in that audience are fans of Capepperoni, but we all know it's me you adore, right?" The cute expression on her face was difficult to ignore, and the fans cheered even louder.

Capone, having had enough of Sunny and her slander of him, stood from his seat and tore his shirt clean off, flexing his pecs in a way that made them dance, getting just as much cheering back from the audience as Sunny had. "See, Sunshine? That's how you capture an audience!"

"...So you're telling me to tear my shirt off and show the fans my chest?" Sunny crossed her arms and glared at her partner in crime.

"Yes! …Wait, no! If you did that, you would get way more attention than I just did, and that ain't right! Keep the breastage tucked away where we don't gotta think about it, lady!" Capone rolled his eyes, gesturing back to Sunny with his thumb. "Get a load of this lady, trying to pull off a stunt like that in front of the whole world. What a pervert!"

"Oh, that's a good one! Capervert!" Sunny giggled to herself before shoving Capone aside, yet again. "Now, we've really gotta press on to our next interview, as we took just a bit too long to cut to our first commercial break…I guess being threatened by a dude who's living in the clouds kinda makes you lose track of time. Of course, we've gotta save our special guest for last, just to keep my best buddy on her toes! So, in that case-"

"We'll be bringing out a contestant that you know, or knew well!" Capone interrupted Sunny, getting a swift slap to the back of the head from her, although he ignored it. "You thought you were familiar with this lady, but she wasn't even familiar with herself! That's right, she's gone from shy, to insane, and straight back to shy! Yeah, breakups are rough, but rough enough to make you revert to your former self? Talk about coocoo! Anyways, let's give it up for Celeste!"

Capone gestured off to the side of the stage, where Franchesco was letting Celeste in through the door. She rubbed her arm awkwardly as she slowly motioned towards the guest chair, definitely a bit perplexed about being the center of attention in an interview on this scale. When she finally got to the chair, she sat down, trying as best as she could to look small and unnoticeable. This was one of the few times that Mitchell looked up from his book, just to look at her. He muttered something to himself before shrinking back into his work. The hosts sat themselves back down on their couch, each eager to tease Celeste.

"Wow, you seem to be really camera shy…or is it just that you're Mitch shy?" Sunny leaned towards the girl, a playful grin on her face. Celeste looked nervous, curling up into a small ball on the chair. "Aw, no need to be so nervous, we're just teasing you a little bit. We know that the breakup is a bit of a rough topic for the both of you, so we'll make sure to-"

"Talk about it for the whole time you're on the show, bam!" Capone flexed his muscles, perhaps a poor time to do so, but knowing that it was Capone that we were dealing with, it did make some sense. "So, Celeste…we need to know, how bad has the breakup affected you? Has it made you regret joining the show in the first place? Are you worried that you're nothing without your relationship? Why aren't you acting like you did back when you were dating him? Why don't you-"

"Dude, enough…seriously," Mitchell stood up on the risers, glaring a hole into Capone's well-toned chest. "She's obviously not comfortable with talking about it, so just lay off and ask her about anything else."

"Aw, are you standing up for her in hopes that you'll get back together?" Sunny stuck her tongue out at the boy, though the comment didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.

"Not in the slightest, me and her are through…but outside of that, she's still a person. You shouldn't be treating her like a sasquatch that just so happened to stumble out into public." Suddenly, Mitch gained an utterly shocked look on his face, frantically looking around the building. "W-where is it? I know you're coming for me, sasquatch! You better stay back! I'll…I'll…ahhh!" He suddenly screamed, throwing his arms up in the air and trying to dash out the door, though Franchesco hit him with a clean clothesline and knocked him flat.

"Look at that, he tried to hit us with the ol' simp and scatter! Bah, we would never let him off the hook after that!" Capone rushed over to the boy, picking him up and taking him back to the risers. "Sit down like a good little boy, you hear me, mister?"

"H-how brutish!" Mitchell rubbed his sore nose before delving back into the pages of his book. Capone returned to his seat, shaking his head in disapproval all the way.

"Well, since Mitch wants to be a party pooper, I guess we can move along with things and have her answer some questions from the viewers." Sunny went to reach for the question card, only to see that Capone already had it in his hands. "Ooo, Capalooza is getting quick on the draw! I'll have to work a bit more on my dexterity!"

"Yeah, you're a bit too slow, Sunshine. Now, let's take a look at the questions we got for the lady, eh?" Capone scanned the card well and good, making sure to pick only the best of questions for his guest. "Aha! Here's one from Alexneushoorn! What are your honest thoughts on Caleb?"

"Caleb…well…" Celeste looked down at the floor, using her shirt to cover her mouth as she was still extremely stage shy. "...He's not very nice…never was very nice…he's done a lot of mean things to the people that I like…and me. Maybe he's just so angry because he looks like he still needs to be in fourth grade or something, I don't know…" The crowd let out a loud "oo" to show their approval for her answer.

"Hot damn, that was a spicy answer from you, little pipsqueak!" Capone clapped for the girl, allowing Sunny to grab the card back from him. "Aw, come on! I was gassing her up and you just swoop in and snatch my card? Not cool!"

"Maybe a sneaky move, but we all know that the crowd would rather have me asking the questions anyways." Sunny snickered before looking at the questions that were left. "Ah, here's a good one…from Phoenix Writer GPH! I feel like a lot of his questions are making the cut…oh well! Are you going to keep wearing that hat? If not, why not wear CJ's?"

"This hat…?" Celeste looked up at her hat, realizing that it had Mitch's name on it, although it was crossed out with ink. She blushed slightly as she pulled it off of her head, throwing it out into the crowd, where one lucky fan managed to catch it. "S-sorry…I should've stopped wearing it a while back…but…no thank you. CJ can keep his hat…it's a very nice hat, I'd hate to take it from him."

"Aw, so thoughtful, too! Isn't she just the cutest little munchkin? Oh, wait…Caleb's the munchkin of the cast!" The crowd laughed at Sunny's insult, causing her to take a bow and drop the card, allowing Capone to scoop it up. "Argh, you Capinhead! I was gonna ask her the last question!"

"Well, ya snooze, ya lose, dingus! Bam! That's right, I called you a dingus! Whatchu even gonna do about it, bud!?" Capone slapped his own chest to assert his dominance, only getting an eye roll from Sunny. "The last question is from Zoryan El Muerto, and I promise this is the last one about the guy, just so he doesn't start acting all high and mighty again. Do you regret going out with Mitch?"

Celeste kept looking down at the floor, shuffling slightly in her seat while she searched for the words to say. "...No, I don't really regret anything that I did…regret would mean I made a mistake in dating him, and I don't think it was a mistake. If anything, it was good…I was acting crazy, thinking that's what I needed to do to make myself loveable, when I really just needed to be myself. So…no…I don't regret it."

"Aw…that's such a sweet-...huh?" Sunny had grabbed the card from Capone while he was distracted, and she noticed something on the back of it. "Well, this is a little odd…there's a question on the back of the card. From Nobody245, what happened to Blaster and is she really back at home? Well…considering that she has been sending the aftermath non-stop pictures of her with all the cool new things she bought with her million dollars from the previous season, I'd say she's doing just fine. Doesn't wanna compete again, though…not sure why. But, anyways-"

"We've gotta get ourselves to the next commercial break, we've only got so much time left, lady!" Capone jumped onto the table, startling Celeste while he pointed out to the crowd. "You guys will get more of us afte-...well, you'll be getting something, that's for sure. We'll see you back here again after a quick little advertisement break!" The crowd cheered as the camera began to pan out again, showing Celeste slowly crawling out of the spotlight and towards the risers.

After the first three interviews were over and done with, it was well time for the next commercial. The camera cut to reveal an island, an island with a massive building in the center of it. The camera zoomed in, showing that there was a boy standing with dozens of figures in full green bodysuits. The boy himself was pretty well recognizable, that being a famous YouTuber. Michael Garcia, who ran the channel, "Mr. Dude." His skin was pale, and his hair was completely white, like snow, well, give for the hair in the back, which was more yellow in color. His eyes were blue, and the expression on his face was opportunistic. He wore a blue jacket, which he left mostly unzipped to show his green shirt underneath, a pair of blue jeans that had a tear in the right knee, and a pair of red sneakers. All and all, he seemed to be a pretty well approachable guy.

"My name is Michael Garcia, though most of you probably know me as Mr. Dude, famous for my giveaways that I do on my channel! But what this is, is so much more than a giveaway…here, I've got the challenge of a lifetime waiting for whoever wants to come and take it!" The camera shifted to a room with a large, glass bubble on the ceiling, that which was packed with dollar bills. "The chance to claim a million dollar prize, and all that you have to do is participate in a couple of silly children's games! Of course, their will be competition, and competition is always fierce, but anyone with a strong competitive spirit has got a good shot at winning the grand prize!"

Finally, the camera cut again, this time leading to Michael's room, which seemed to be cozy enough, with a fireplace lightly crackling in the background. "I welcome everyone to take me up on this offer, in this set of games that will go down in history! Oh, that's right! It'll be called…the Octopus Game! I think it's a pretty catchy name if I do say so my-"

"Dude, this is totally just a rip from that show you were watching the other day." Another boy could be heard talking from outside of the camera's view…he sounded like he was as cranky as could be, almost like Michael had woken him up from a nap or something.

"Virgilio! No, no, you can't just interrupt me in the middle of the commercial! I'll have to start it all over again!"

"Bah, whatever. This isn't going to end up doing well for your channel, so I think you should give up on it." Michael crossed his arms and pouted with his lip, staring at the intruder. "...Seriously? You're gonna pout like a little baby because I think your idea is stupid? Give me a break." Michael didn't stop pouting, in fact, he was pouting even more than before. "Whatever! Just do your stupid commercial, leave me out of it!" The other boy could be heard stomping away from the room.

"Well…I guess we have to start over now, right?" Michael sighed and the camera suddenly cut out.

The camera came back to the aftermath stage, although there was something off about it entirely…for example, there wasn't a single light on. Not one…just a room full of darkness. Suddenly, a spotlight shot onto the stage, only lighting up a small area, one which had a single chair in it…a wooden one with iron clamps. The clamps were holding one select guest in place, so that he couldn't free himself from its clutches. "Man, this is some bullshit…crazy lady's got me stuck in a medieval torture chair for no good reason." Ronnie was the prisoner in the chair, of course, not that he was afraid…far from it, actually.

"Ronald, Ronald…Ronald. Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Maggie walked into the spot light, crossing her arms over her chest while she stared at him through her goggles. "You've been a very naughty, no-good, nasty, bad boy! Bad, bad, bad! Bad, I say! I don't like it when people don't behave, and you've behaved the worst of anyone yet!"

"Pfft, I didn't do nothing wrong, I did what I had to do. That's why I went and fixed my own damn mistake…a real man doesn't need others to clean up his messes." Ronnie wasn't intimidated in the slightest, something that only made Maggie seethe harder. "Maybe a baby boy like Caleb would want that, but I'd be offended if I wasn't fixing it by my own damn self."

"Kukuku…at least you know that you made a mistake. Alas, endangering my sweet little Dana isn't something that I could let fly, whether you tried to fix your mistake or not!" Maggie walked over to the boy, tapping him on the nose with her finger. "I'm sure you understand that you need to be punished for this."

"Bah, you must hate yourself then, huh?" Maggie's pixelated eyes twitched from his comment, and a grin came to Ronnie's face. "Yeah, I know my stuff. I know that you were the reason the little girl almost got done in by that Jay guy. You probably can't even sleep at night, most days. Oh, and as I recall, you didn't fix that problem…Blaster and Buck did it all for you."

"You shut up!" Maggie grabbed a toy mallet from her pocket, smacking it across his face and causing it to squeak. "Eh!? Which one of those clowns took away my good jaw-busting mallet!? Peh! I have no time to find it now, this one will have to do!" She smacked him on the head with the mallet quite a few times, only irritating him, rather than hurting him or making him regret anything.

"Listen, crazy, could ya knock that off? You're making a damn fool of yourself, looking like a kid who's throwing a tantrum because someone else took their favorite toy at recess." Ronnie glared at the host, though she smacked the mallet right on his eye, inflicting the slightest amount of pain possible on him. "I swear, I get out of this chair and Imma show you that these hands are rated E for everyone."

"Oh, boohoo! I am so, so, so scared…not!" Maggie conked him on the head with the mallet again, still annoyed with the fact that she had no good way to get to him. "You get your viewer questions now, and if I don't like your answer, I'm gonna…kick you in the shin!"

"Alright, scrawny, you have fun with that. Ask away, I don't got all day…getting kinda tired, just sitting here." Ronnie let out a fake yawn, only succeeding in making Maggie more angry with him than before, though this was a win, in his mind.

"You'll get yours, and then we'll see who's yawning in whose face!" Maggie pressed a button on her goggles, causing a holographic screen to display in front of her, one that was full of possible questions for the boy. "First question, from LittleRedline! If you're such a powerhouse player, why did you feel the need to agree to cheat with Chris's help to try and stay ahead? Answer that for me, you egoistic dirtbag!"

"Isn't that a bit ironic coming from you?" Ronnie cocked an eyebrow at the girl, only for her to pluck a single hair from said eyebrow. "Ow! Man, Imma get you back good for that when we're done here!"

"Answer the question or perish, fiend!"

"Fine! Damn, crazy ass…I didn't cheat with Chris's help to stay ahead. Why would I have been worried about my own ass? I'm a damn icon…you know there ain't a challenge in the books that I'd screw up." He was still wincing slightly from the eyebrow plucking, though the look on his face was saying "one hundred percent real shit." "I did what I did to keep the ditzy finalist still in the game, but she done went and got herself eliminated anyway! I shoulda known that Chris woulda gone back on our deal, he's just that pathetic."

Maggie didn't hesitate to kick the boy right in the shin, as she said she would, though this only seemed to hurt her own foot. "Agh! What's in your leg? Iron?"

"I might as well be the damn iron man…Chris wishes he could match my power in that soup can suit of his." Ronnie boasted a cocky grin, only for Maggie to pinch his ear. "Ow! You're a different breed of childish, you know that?"

"This isn't about me, this is about you! I know, I know, you love it when it's about you, don't you!? You do, don't bother answering, I already know!" Maggie looked back at her holographic screen for the next question. "Next question, from Zoryan El Muerto! Have you learned not to make deals with diluted reality show hosts? Well!? Have you!? ANSWER ME!"

"Stop hollering and wailing like some sort of wicked witch, damn! Seriously, your voice is annoying and makes me wanna rip my ears off!" Ronnie just glared harder at the host, still not even a teeny bit scared of her. "I guess I went and learned myself a lesson, so what? I know Imma improve after all this, I'm the peak of evolution, baby, and I'm still evolving!"

Maggie whapped him across the face with her toy mallet, though it still had no effect on him. "You are no fun for me! This is supposed to be your karma, and you're just being a stubborn bull! I don't like it, not one little bit!"

"Hmph, I'd be surprised if there was a damn thing you did like…oh yeah, other than topping the charts of psychopaths. Musta been the only record you broke, huh?" Maggie gritted her teeth and flicked Ronnie in the forehead for his bravado. "Resorting to flicking? Very mature."

"Gah! Last question, I'm already sick of you!" Maggie looked up and down through the holographic screen, picking out one last question for the headstrong boy. "This one is from Lord Gemini! If Dana forgives you, which is super unlikely, by the way! But, if she does, will you compete in another season? Well, will you!? Do you even deserve it!? Huh!? DO YOU!?"

"Stop screaming already, you're gonna wake that skater boy up from his painkiller nap!" Ronnie received a swift slap across the face for that comment, though he didn't flinch. He was just the perfect counter for Maggie and her craziness. "Will I? Do I deserve it? Hell yeah, I deserve it! I'm fuckin' mint, baby! I'm the peak of entertainment, and when I come back in the next season, I'm taking the contest by the neck and slamming it into the pavement! You hear me, everyone? Imma win the next season I'm in, and there ain't nothing you can say about it!"

"Peh! I don't like your answers, and I surely don't like you! No more spotlight for you, you evil boy! We're going to commercial, I don't want you hogging up more of our precious runtime!" Maggie snapped her fingers, and the lights to the stage cut out.

It was finally time for the third, and final commercial break, just after all the interviews had been wrapped up. The camera cut to show a gymnasium, of sorts, with equipment set up perfectly for any sort of gymnast that might need to hone their skills. From the ceiling, somebody dropped to the floor, landing perfectly in front of the camera and taking a bow. The person popped right back up to stand as tall and proud as they could, waving to the camera. Their skin was a gorgeous, almond tone, and their head was adorned with purple hair, that which was cut to a textured bob style. Their eyes were golden, and their smile was contagious. They wore a blue, long-sleeved crop top, exposing their midriff to the camera, and revealing that they were well-toned, black yoga pants that fit tightly to their body, and white sneakers.

"Heya! I'm Marty Vance, owner of Vance Gymnastics! We're not a huge gym, like all the others out there are, but we definitely try our hardest to help anyone that aspires to be a gymnast!" The voice was boyish, so one would assume that the person in question was a boy. He was, of course, but he did enjoy having people not know when they first saw him. "Of course, like any good gym, we do offer coaching services to help you out if you're just getting into the swing of things, or maybe if you just wanna kick things up and get better at what you already know!"

Marty did a backflip out of nowhere, grabbing onto two rings that were hanging behind him and hoisting himself up before he made contact with the ground. "I know that a lot of gyms charge top dollar to let you in on these services, which is why our gym does it entirely for free! That's right, all of our coaching is funded by us, so you won't need to worry about paying a huge bill just to try and get into shape! We'll be there to help you at every step of the way to becoming the gymnast that you wish you could be! Call now to find out more about how we can help you!" A phone number flashed on the bottom of the screen before the ad finally came to its close.

The feed came back to show the aftermath stage, where Capone and Sunny were standing in the center, waving to their crowd, all of which was going nuts for them. The amount of losers on the risers was at an all time high, with only Ronnie missing from the bunch. Sunny suddenly got a confused look on her face as something came to her mind.

"You know, I actually think that takes care of all the interviews we had left…so why did we cut to commercial break if we had nothing left to do in the episode?" Sunny held her index finger and thumb at her chin as she thought about it, soon snapping her fingers when she had the realization. "That's right! Because we had someone who's still on the island tell us that he wanted to call in to check on one of our resident losers!"

"That's right! Of course, we definitely had to hold a vote to see if he could actually call in or not." Capone glanced over his shoulder to see that Maggie was still bonking Ronnie on the head with her toy mallet. "The creepy lady didn't want to because she said it would bring the losers too much joy."

"Hey! Don't call my bestie a creepy lady, you Caprick!" The crowd let out a joint "oo" when Sunny insulted the body builder, though he seemed to be completely unphased by this. "But…yes, she did object to letting the contestant call in. Regardless, it was two out of three in favor, so we're letting him call!"

"Ugh, fine…Ronnie, you'll have to sit tight and wait for me to get back, mmkay?" Maggie pinched the boy's cheek, causing him to glare even harder at her from the chair that he was strapped to. She reached into her back pocket, grabbing a remote and pressing one of the buttons on it. This caused the giant screen to descend from the ceiling, and a picture to light up…that being the feed of the confessional booth, where Teddy was seated. "There, he's on the screen. Go nuts." With that, Maggie grabbed her little toy mallet, and continued to bonk Ronnie with it.

"Yo, waddup TeddyBearNation!" Teddy beamed where he sat, soon scanning the room all over. He was wearing a black beanie, an odd piece of clothing that didn't fit with the rest of his outfit. "Where's Alice at? I just need to talk to her! It feels like it's been ages since we last talked!"

"Relax, brother!" Capone walked over to the risers, where the bulk of the losers were seated. He grabbed Alice by the hand, dragging her to the center of the stage, where she could be seen, blushing out the sudden spotlight.

"T-T-Teddy? What are you doing, suddenly calling into the show like that? Shouldn't you be busy…uh…getting rid of all that hair dye of yours?" Alice crossed her arms and looked away from the camera, trying her best to hide just how flustered she truly was.

"Huh? Why would I be busy doing that?" Teddy pulled the beanie off of his head, revealing that his hair had been bleached blonde, and that all the green in it was gone. "I already finished it!"

"Y-you did?" Alice looked back up at the screen, her eyes widening as she saw the boy's freshly bleached hair. "Wow…you actually did get rid of that color. That makes no sense, though! You were so adamant on keeping it like that before!"

"Yeah, I was pretty hardstuck on it for a while, but with love, there comes compromise. That's right, Alice! Not a single day of being on this show have I forgotten the moments we shared together! If it means that I have to cut out some of the things I enjoy, I'm willing to do it!" Teddy smiled sweetly at the camera, getting a soft smile back from Alice.

"You really did that…just to impress me? That has got to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me!" Alice looked down at her thumbs as she twiddled them before slowly shifting her gaze back up to the camera. "You know, I did think about it a lot, and-"

The door to the confessional suddenly swung open, startling Teddy and causing Alice to stop talking. In the doorway, it was none other than Valerie. "Eh? Valerie, what are you doing in here?"

"I just came by to see my sweet, little Teddy Bear, that's all…" Teddy cocked an eyebrow at her, not sure what she meant by that. In his confusion, she rushed over to him, grabbing him by the face and forcing him to kiss her. The crowd at the Aftermath stage gasped at the very sight, and Alice fell down to her knees, her jaw dropping entirely. She finally broke the kiss, looking back at the confessional camera with a smile, while Teddy was utterly shocked behind her. Soon after, she pressed a button on the camera, shutting it off entirely.

There was complete silence among the crowd due to the events that took place, even Franchesco was a bit startled by what had just happened on the screen. Oddly though, there was one person who was enjoying it above all else. Maggie snickered and clapped her hands as she approached the center of the stage again. "Kukuku, I guess that letting him call in was actually worth my while after all! Oh, the misery! I love to see it, and I know you guys do, too!" Nobody responded to Maggie's eagerness, which only caused her to sigh and cross her arms, pouting as best as she could. "You guys are no fun sometimes, that drama was just so, so sweet! Whatever, I'm gonna cut it off here if you're all just gonna be a bunch of bums!"

Maggie grabbed the other two hosts, both of which had their jaws dropped out of the utter astonishment. She dragged them to the center of the stage, using them as a pair of puppets. "'I'm Sunny Sunshinin' Sunshine!' 'And I'm lousy Caportapotty!' And there's me, the Maggie you all know and love! This has been another exciting episode of Total Drama: Scrap Island Aftermath!"

Author's Notes:

*And the second aftermath of the season is over and done with, which means we get to roll back into the action soon enough! Not a lot of contestants are still in the game…do I smell the merge coming up around the corner? That's right! Almost at the merge! I am really excited for the events of the merge itself, and I think it will be a really fun time once we get to it. Until next ep…which is coming right after! I worked all week on episode thirteen, and spent the weekend on the aftermath! I did the best I could do to make these episodes both fun and entertaining for you guys, so I really hope you enjoy them!

*Thanks to BadLuckAE for letting me use Michael and Virgil for one of the ads in this episode!

*Capone Nicknames: Caposer, Capissbaby, Cappuccino, Capterpiller, Capansy, Crapone, Capunchingbag, Capieceofcrap, Caplinko, Capuke, Caportapotty, Caprick, Capuchin, Caprincess, Capole Dancer, Cappy, Capless, Captain Obvious, Capwned, Capoindexter, Capointless, Capetty Thief, Capepperoni, Capalooze, Capervert, Capinhead

*Placements: No Placement - Chris; 22nd - Daniel; 21st - Larida; 20th - Mitchell; 19th - Alice; 18th - Blaster; 17th - Max; 16th - CJ; 15th - Ronnie; 14th - Celeste