Survivor 20XX
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Here-there-underwear
*Camera pans once again over the beautiful Iwannamilliondollar Island, headed towards Central HQ. In the sunny, sprawling living room, Indy is half-buried in the leather couch cushions, foraging for something. Proto and Sailor Saturn are absorbed in an intense game of Crash Team Racing, and Hunter the owl is perched on a lamp, observing.*
Indy: Mmmf Mfff Mmmmmffff....
Proto: *glancing over* Oh, Indy. If you're going to talk, get your head out of the damn couch.
*In his moment of distraction, Saturn places a TNT crate in front of Proto's cart. Proto promptly runs into it and is sidelined long enough for Saturn to squeak out the win.*
Saturn: Whee! Yesssss! I told you that Coco could beat Dr. Cortex! You owe me 10 bucks, mister!
*Proto grudgingly shells out the cash, whilst Indy surfaces from the couch looking dejected.*
Indy: *gloomily* Welcome to Iwannamilliondollar Island. It's a beautiful day, but WHO CARES!?! *Wailing, Indy dives face-first into the couch. Proto rolls his eyes... I think.*
Proto: Indy, is this about what I think it is? That dirty Gundam comic that Ice Blue sent you? *sigh* Indy, I told you that I'd give it back when we go home! That dirty stuff can't be seen on network TV.
*Indy sits up, a sly little look on her face.*
Indy: Fine then. *She turns to Hunter, her indigo owl.* Hunter, GO FETCH!
*Hunter swoops down and snatches Proto's bandanna, then gives it to Indy and perches on her shoulder.*
Saturn: Ooh, a hostage situation!
*Proto yells in surprise.*
Proto: Hey! Give it back, Indy!
Indy: *scrambling up the wall* Comic first! Then bandanna!
Proto: You're nuts! Gimme my bandanna!
Indy: *Hanging on the wall, out of reach* No! Not until I get my comic book back!
Saturn: *sweatdrop* Um, this could take a while, folks. In the meantime, let's go to the East Side and check on the Mega tribe. We'll come back to Central later.
*camera feed switches to the Mega tribe camp. Pluto is napping in the treetops, Mega and Tengu are taking a swim, Plant Man is sitting on the beach watching them, Wily is lounging in his hammock, and Bass and Roll... are mysteriously absent.*
Tengu: *ducking Mega under the water playfully* I tell ya, kid, this is the life. No rules, no responsibilities... Atuneyer Potato, ya know?
Mega: *splashing around* I think the phrase is 'Hakuna Matata.'
Pluto: *murmuring* If this breaks into a musical number, I'm going to be sick... *suddenly, Pluto's keen ears hear a strange sound coming from the jungle... moaning, rustling leaves, twigs snapping...* GUYS! I THINK THERE'S A LION OR SOMETHING IN THE JUNGLE!
Plant: We should investigate.
Mega: And get ourselves eaten?
Tengu: *scoffing* Fine intrepid adventurer you are. Come on, let's go on a lion hunt! A lion skin would look pret-ty spiff around here.
Pluto: *leaping down from the tree* I'm game!
Plant: I merely meant to study it, not kill it...
Tengu: *snickering* Well then, okay, posy-head. Just because you don't want to plunge into the wild jungle and find the most vicious thing in there, stand toe-to-toe in combat with it, and bring back its tawny skin as a trophy doesn't make you a... SISSY.
*everyone but Plant Man laughs their head off.*
Plant: Just because I'm not a barbarian like you dosen't give you a right to amuse yourselves at my expense...
Pluto: Oh, sure it does!
Mega: If we're going to do this, let's go get it before it gets away!
*The Mega tribe, minus Plant Man, storms into the jungle with Pluto and his keen ears leading the way. They follow the rustling and growling/moaning sound deeper and deeper into the jungle, and after about an hour of trekking, they finally stumble upon not a lion, but...*
All: OH, MY GOD!
*From Central HQ, a large, loud scream can be heard throughout the entire island.*
*Roll and Bass look up from the pile of leaves they were, um, playing in, both shocked and annoyed at the unwelcome intrusion.*
Bass: Hey, what is this, a sideshow?
Roll: *trying to cover herself with the leaves* Dangit, where's my dress?
Tengu: *looking smugly at Pluto* Lion, eh? I'll bet you knew very well that wasn't a lion you heard. You little smutmonger you.
Roll: Oh, it WAS a lion you heard. *snickers*
Bass: *snickering* Oh, stop.
Pluto: *blushing so hard that the tips of his fur are tinged pink* I knew nothing ABOUT this! I seriously thought that there was a lion or something!
Mega: *slowly recovering from the shock of walking in on his rival and his baby sister* Um... well... guys... I think we should... um... be getting back.
*murmurs of agreement. Bass and Roll grab their clothes and duck back into the trees to change as camera feed switches back to Central HQ.*
*Back at HQ, Indy is staring at Proto, who has fainted.*
Indy: Um, welcome back! Oh, boy. What a loin, um, lion hunt that was! I thought something was going on between those two! Poor Proto didn't take the news well, though... hey Saturn, can you get the smelling salts from the first aid kit? My co-host is, like, dead to the world.
Saturn: *from the closet* I'm not surprised, poor guy. What a shock.
Indy: I think it's kind of romantic. *snickers* We'll be right back with the X tribe's Immunity Challenge, right after this. In the meantime, we'll try to get our co-host back on line.
*Commercial break. Announcement that the WWF has moved to TNN, A paid political announcement for Ice Blue X, now and future President of the Universe, Foster's, the Jetta, and a plug for Indigo X's Let's Blow Up The Parent Television Council With A Scud Missile campaign.*
Indy: And we're back. We got Proto to wake up from his fainting spell, but the poor guy is in NO condition to co-host.
Proto: *from back* WHYYYYYY, GOD, WHYYYYYY? *hysterical wailing and gibberish*
Indy: *glancing back towards the hall and moving in the opposite direction* Anywho, Saturn has graciously volunteered to step in on his behalf. Sailor Saturn, welcome to the show.
Saturn: Pleasure.
Indy: Anyway, today the X tribe is scheduled for an Immunity Challenge, so let's head out and see if they found their clue!
*Over on the West Side, the X tribe is puzzling over a strange looking map that was left by their firecircle.*
Colonel: There's something written on it.
Crystal: Well, don't keep us in suspense. What does it say?
Colonel: It says, "Tonight, one will be saved from exile. But first, they face the crocodiles. Be cunning as a cat and swift as the wind, first one to the 'X', an Immunity wins!" What the bloody hell does that mean?
Indy: *teleporting in* It means that your first Challenge is a cross-island footrace. *hands out maps* Follow the map. First one to the 'X' wins the Challenge and an Immunity for tonight.
Zero: *suspiciously* What about the 'crocodile' part? What's up with that?
Indy: That's the fun part. Part of the race leads through a swamp infested with man-and-reploid-eating crocs. Now, the race is every man for himself, so if you stop to help a buddy in trouble, it may cost you the Immunity. Everyone clear on the rules?
X: Indy, how do we get past the swamp without getting eaten?
Indy: *smirking* That would be the 'cunning' part. Use the wits you were built with, honey, and you'll do fine. Okay? LINE UP! *The X tribe lines up, each one clutching their maps.* Ready...Set....STOP! *The X tribe starts, then stops, falling over each other in the process. They all glare at Indy.* Okay, for real this time. Ready, Get SEEEEETTTT... and go.
*The tribe takes off into the wilderness. Zero, being light and quick, is in the lead, and poor Crystal, being a snail, is WAAAAAY behind. After about a half-hour of running, the main group arrives at the swamp and stops. The crocodiles are floating lazily about the water, waiting for dinner to 'drop in'.*
Vile: If only I had my Goliath with me...
Sigma: Oh, please. Can't you do anything without that blasted mech suit?
Toxic: No sweat! I can outswim those big, slow crocs anyday! *Toxic dives into the water and makes it about halfway across before he is promptly eaten.*
Group: EWWWW....
*The tribe looks around for vines or anything to grab on to, but there's nothing. They stand around thinking about how to cross the swamp when Crystal finally catches up.*
Crystal: *panting* What's up? Why is everybody standing around?
Sigma: *coolly* Toxic Seahorse was just eaten by those crocodiles, and the swamp appears to be impassible.
Crystal: No, it isn't.
Colonel: Look here, you shiny-shelled slimeball, there is NO WAY to cross that swamp. No ropes, no vines, no nothing.
Crystal: Shows how much you guys know. Watch me. *Crystal throws what appears to be shimmering drops of water at the crocs, who are promptly encased in crystal blocks. He skips across the blocks with barely any difficulty.* See? You need to be creative. Oh, and guys? I'd hurry. Crystal Barrier dosen't hold up forever... *he trudges at a racing snail's pace toward the home stretch.*
Zero: Why, that tricky little... *unfortunately, Colonel, Sigma, and Vile have zipped across, and the crystal blocks are starting to crack.* C'mon, X, hurry!
*Zero hops across with no problem, but just as X is about to hop to the last block, the crystal disintegrates, tumbling X into the swamp.*
X: AAAA! HELP!
Zero: *grabbing X's hand* I got ya!
*Suddenly, a sinister shadow looms over the two...*
Sigma: *kicking X away from Zero* Oh, no you don't! *Grabbing Zero by the wrist, Sigma takes off into the jungle with Zero in tow, leaving X to the crocs.*
*At the Finish line, Crystal, who won the race by a feeler, is being awarded the Immunity. The others are congratulating him on his clever idea when Sigma arrives, towing a hysterical Zero.*
Vile: Hey, where's X?
Sigma: *with mock despair* The poor boy... he was eaten by the crocodiles.
*Zero screams a few choice phrases that I don't think are even legal.*
Back at HQ...
Indy: And so, in one bad decision and one grotesque bit of cheating, two X tribe members are dinner for some ravenous crocs. But, Crystal Snail's ingenuity pays off and wins him the Immunity for tonight, and the crafty escargot stays on the island... this time. After the break- the voting commences! Who will stay and who will go? Find out after this!
*Another commercial break. Beer commercials, Mick Foley for President, Amtrak-now 68% crash free, and a movie ad for Lost Souls.*
*At the Mega Tribe meeting place, everyone is a bit uneasy. Dr. Wily is glaring daggers through Roll and Bass, Mega can't look his sister in the face, and Tengu is still teasing Pluto about the 'lion hunt.' One by one, the tribe casts their votes.*
Saturn: Okay, let's see... Pluto. Roll. Bass. Bass. Mega Man. Tengu. Wily. Sorry, Bass, you're gone. *Bass brings his torch forward, Saturn puts it out.* The tribe has spoken.
*Bass goes to leave, but first kisses Roll passionately. Wily and Mega pull them apart and start yelling, while Bass heads toward the docks. Roll blows him a kiss.*
Roll: Goodbye...
Bass: *winks* I'll keep in touch. See ya when this is all over.
*Over at X tribe's meeting place, the slightly smaller X tribe awaits their voting. But first, Indy has something to say.*
Indy: Sadly, crocodiles tragically devoured two members of your tribe. It's a sad, screwed up thing, and I apologize for setting the whole thing up. *Solemnly, Indy snuffs out Toxic Seahorse's torch. Just as she is about to snuff out X's, however...*
X: WAIT!
*A dirty and banged up but otherwise unhurt X trudges into the meeting place, towing a dead crocodile.*
X: *smugly* I brought dinner.
*The tribe, except for Sigma, crowd around X, chatting excitedly.*
Zero: *squeezing X happily* I am SO glad you're not dead, partner!
X: *chuckling* Thanks, Zero. I'm glad I'm not dead, too.
Sigma: But how in the hell did you...
X: *flashes his X-Buster* This isn't for decoration, you know.
Zero: Ha HA! That's my partner!
Indy: Okay. We're all glad that X is okay, but we have a vote to do, if that's fine with y'all. Remember- you can't vote Crystal off.
*Crystal shows off his Immunity pendant proudly.*
Crystal: *doing a little dance* Na na na na, na na, can't touch this! Na na na na, na na, can't touch this...
*Vile slugs Crystal in the stomach, X tribe applauds*
*the tribe votes, Indy reads them off- Sigma, Sigma, Sigma, Vile, X, Zero.*
Indy: Sigma, you're off. *she puts out his torch* The tribe has spoken. I'd throw you to the dragon, but I got a strongly worded letter from the network saying not to instigate in the demise of exilees. Damned corporate slimeballs. So, get yer ass outta here!
X, Zero: *doing a sassy little dance* Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye!
Sigma: *rounding furiously* YOU'LL ALL BE SORRY! THE GREAT JUDGEMENT IS COMING! ONLY THE WORTHY SHALL SURVIVE! KNOW THIS, AND SUFFER! *Sigma huffily stomps toward the docks.*
Indy: Ohhhhhkay. Anywho, two unlikely exilees got the boot tonight, and sadly, one was eaten. What'll happen next? Stay tuned! 'Till next time, this is Indigo X for Protoman and Sailor Saturn, saying 'Watch out! Those crocs know where you live!' G'night!
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Here-there-underwear
*Camera pans once again over the beautiful Iwannamilliondollar Island, headed towards Central HQ. In the sunny, sprawling living room, Indy is half-buried in the leather couch cushions, foraging for something. Proto and Sailor Saturn are absorbed in an intense game of Crash Team Racing, and Hunter the owl is perched on a lamp, observing.*
Indy: Mmmf Mfff Mmmmmffff....
Proto: *glancing over* Oh, Indy. If you're going to talk, get your head out of the damn couch.
*In his moment of distraction, Saturn places a TNT crate in front of Proto's cart. Proto promptly runs into it and is sidelined long enough for Saturn to squeak out the win.*
Saturn: Whee! Yesssss! I told you that Coco could beat Dr. Cortex! You owe me 10 bucks, mister!
*Proto grudgingly shells out the cash, whilst Indy surfaces from the couch looking dejected.*
Indy: *gloomily* Welcome to Iwannamilliondollar Island. It's a beautiful day, but WHO CARES!?! *Wailing, Indy dives face-first into the couch. Proto rolls his eyes... I think.*
Proto: Indy, is this about what I think it is? That dirty Gundam comic that Ice Blue sent you? *sigh* Indy, I told you that I'd give it back when we go home! That dirty stuff can't be seen on network TV.
*Indy sits up, a sly little look on her face.*
Indy: Fine then. *She turns to Hunter, her indigo owl.* Hunter, GO FETCH!
*Hunter swoops down and snatches Proto's bandanna, then gives it to Indy and perches on her shoulder.*
Saturn: Ooh, a hostage situation!
*Proto yells in surprise.*
Proto: Hey! Give it back, Indy!
Indy: *scrambling up the wall* Comic first! Then bandanna!
Proto: You're nuts! Gimme my bandanna!
Indy: *Hanging on the wall, out of reach* No! Not until I get my comic book back!
Saturn: *sweatdrop* Um, this could take a while, folks. In the meantime, let's go to the East Side and check on the Mega tribe. We'll come back to Central later.
*camera feed switches to the Mega tribe camp. Pluto is napping in the treetops, Mega and Tengu are taking a swim, Plant Man is sitting on the beach watching them, Wily is lounging in his hammock, and Bass and Roll... are mysteriously absent.*
Tengu: *ducking Mega under the water playfully* I tell ya, kid, this is the life. No rules, no responsibilities... Atuneyer Potato, ya know?
Mega: *splashing around* I think the phrase is 'Hakuna Matata.'
Pluto: *murmuring* If this breaks into a musical number, I'm going to be sick... *suddenly, Pluto's keen ears hear a strange sound coming from the jungle... moaning, rustling leaves, twigs snapping...* GUYS! I THINK THERE'S A LION OR SOMETHING IN THE JUNGLE!
Plant: We should investigate.
Mega: And get ourselves eaten?
Tengu: *scoffing* Fine intrepid adventurer you are. Come on, let's go on a lion hunt! A lion skin would look pret-ty spiff around here.
Pluto: *leaping down from the tree* I'm game!
Plant: I merely meant to study it, not kill it...
Tengu: *snickering* Well then, okay, posy-head. Just because you don't want to plunge into the wild jungle and find the most vicious thing in there, stand toe-to-toe in combat with it, and bring back its tawny skin as a trophy doesn't make you a... SISSY.
*everyone but Plant Man laughs their head off.*
Plant: Just because I'm not a barbarian like you dosen't give you a right to amuse yourselves at my expense...
Pluto: Oh, sure it does!
Mega: If we're going to do this, let's go get it before it gets away!
*The Mega tribe, minus Plant Man, storms into the jungle with Pluto and his keen ears leading the way. They follow the rustling and growling/moaning sound deeper and deeper into the jungle, and after about an hour of trekking, they finally stumble upon not a lion, but...*
All: OH, MY GOD!
*From Central HQ, a large, loud scream can be heard throughout the entire island.*
*Roll and Bass look up from the pile of leaves they were, um, playing in, both shocked and annoyed at the unwelcome intrusion.*
Bass: Hey, what is this, a sideshow?
Roll: *trying to cover herself with the leaves* Dangit, where's my dress?
Tengu: *looking smugly at Pluto* Lion, eh? I'll bet you knew very well that wasn't a lion you heard. You little smutmonger you.
Roll: Oh, it WAS a lion you heard. *snickers*
Bass: *snickering* Oh, stop.
Pluto: *blushing so hard that the tips of his fur are tinged pink* I knew nothing ABOUT this! I seriously thought that there was a lion or something!
Mega: *slowly recovering from the shock of walking in on his rival and his baby sister* Um... well... guys... I think we should... um... be getting back.
*murmurs of agreement. Bass and Roll grab their clothes and duck back into the trees to change as camera feed switches back to Central HQ.*
*Back at HQ, Indy is staring at Proto, who has fainted.*
Indy: Um, welcome back! Oh, boy. What a loin, um, lion hunt that was! I thought something was going on between those two! Poor Proto didn't take the news well, though... hey Saturn, can you get the smelling salts from the first aid kit? My co-host is, like, dead to the world.
Saturn: *from the closet* I'm not surprised, poor guy. What a shock.
Indy: I think it's kind of romantic. *snickers* We'll be right back with the X tribe's Immunity Challenge, right after this. In the meantime, we'll try to get our co-host back on line.
*Commercial break. Announcement that the WWF has moved to TNN, A paid political announcement for Ice Blue X, now and future President of the Universe, Foster's, the Jetta, and a plug for Indigo X's Let's Blow Up The Parent Television Council With A Scud Missile campaign.*
Indy: And we're back. We got Proto to wake up from his fainting spell, but the poor guy is in NO condition to co-host.
Proto: *from back* WHYYYYYY, GOD, WHYYYYYY? *hysterical wailing and gibberish*
Indy: *glancing back towards the hall and moving in the opposite direction* Anywho, Saturn has graciously volunteered to step in on his behalf. Sailor Saturn, welcome to the show.
Saturn: Pleasure.
Indy: Anyway, today the X tribe is scheduled for an Immunity Challenge, so let's head out and see if they found their clue!
*Over on the West Side, the X tribe is puzzling over a strange looking map that was left by their firecircle.*
Colonel: There's something written on it.
Crystal: Well, don't keep us in suspense. What does it say?
Colonel: It says, "Tonight, one will be saved from exile. But first, they face the crocodiles. Be cunning as a cat and swift as the wind, first one to the 'X', an Immunity wins!" What the bloody hell does that mean?
Indy: *teleporting in* It means that your first Challenge is a cross-island footrace. *hands out maps* Follow the map. First one to the 'X' wins the Challenge and an Immunity for tonight.
Zero: *suspiciously* What about the 'crocodile' part? What's up with that?
Indy: That's the fun part. Part of the race leads through a swamp infested with man-and-reploid-eating crocs. Now, the race is every man for himself, so if you stop to help a buddy in trouble, it may cost you the Immunity. Everyone clear on the rules?
X: Indy, how do we get past the swamp without getting eaten?
Indy: *smirking* That would be the 'cunning' part. Use the wits you were built with, honey, and you'll do fine. Okay? LINE UP! *The X tribe lines up, each one clutching their maps.* Ready...Set....STOP! *The X tribe starts, then stops, falling over each other in the process. They all glare at Indy.* Okay, for real this time. Ready, Get SEEEEETTTT... and go.
*The tribe takes off into the wilderness. Zero, being light and quick, is in the lead, and poor Crystal, being a snail, is WAAAAAY behind. After about a half-hour of running, the main group arrives at the swamp and stops. The crocodiles are floating lazily about the water, waiting for dinner to 'drop in'.*
Vile: If only I had my Goliath with me...
Sigma: Oh, please. Can't you do anything without that blasted mech suit?
Toxic: No sweat! I can outswim those big, slow crocs anyday! *Toxic dives into the water and makes it about halfway across before he is promptly eaten.*
Group: EWWWW....
*The tribe looks around for vines or anything to grab on to, but there's nothing. They stand around thinking about how to cross the swamp when Crystal finally catches up.*
Crystal: *panting* What's up? Why is everybody standing around?
Sigma: *coolly* Toxic Seahorse was just eaten by those crocodiles, and the swamp appears to be impassible.
Crystal: No, it isn't.
Colonel: Look here, you shiny-shelled slimeball, there is NO WAY to cross that swamp. No ropes, no vines, no nothing.
Crystal: Shows how much you guys know. Watch me. *Crystal throws what appears to be shimmering drops of water at the crocs, who are promptly encased in crystal blocks. He skips across the blocks with barely any difficulty.* See? You need to be creative. Oh, and guys? I'd hurry. Crystal Barrier dosen't hold up forever... *he trudges at a racing snail's pace toward the home stretch.*
Zero: Why, that tricky little... *unfortunately, Colonel, Sigma, and Vile have zipped across, and the crystal blocks are starting to crack.* C'mon, X, hurry!
*Zero hops across with no problem, but just as X is about to hop to the last block, the crystal disintegrates, tumbling X into the swamp.*
X: AAAA! HELP!
Zero: *grabbing X's hand* I got ya!
*Suddenly, a sinister shadow looms over the two...*
Sigma: *kicking X away from Zero* Oh, no you don't! *Grabbing Zero by the wrist, Sigma takes off into the jungle with Zero in tow, leaving X to the crocs.*
*At the Finish line, Crystal, who won the race by a feeler, is being awarded the Immunity. The others are congratulating him on his clever idea when Sigma arrives, towing a hysterical Zero.*
Vile: Hey, where's X?
Sigma: *with mock despair* The poor boy... he was eaten by the crocodiles.
*Zero screams a few choice phrases that I don't think are even legal.*
Back at HQ...
Indy: And so, in one bad decision and one grotesque bit of cheating, two X tribe members are dinner for some ravenous crocs. But, Crystal Snail's ingenuity pays off and wins him the Immunity for tonight, and the crafty escargot stays on the island... this time. After the break- the voting commences! Who will stay and who will go? Find out after this!
*Another commercial break. Beer commercials, Mick Foley for President, Amtrak-now 68% crash free, and a movie ad for Lost Souls.*
*At the Mega Tribe meeting place, everyone is a bit uneasy. Dr. Wily is glaring daggers through Roll and Bass, Mega can't look his sister in the face, and Tengu is still teasing Pluto about the 'lion hunt.' One by one, the tribe casts their votes.*
Saturn: Okay, let's see... Pluto. Roll. Bass. Bass. Mega Man. Tengu. Wily. Sorry, Bass, you're gone. *Bass brings his torch forward, Saturn puts it out.* The tribe has spoken.
*Bass goes to leave, but first kisses Roll passionately. Wily and Mega pull them apart and start yelling, while Bass heads toward the docks. Roll blows him a kiss.*
Roll: Goodbye...
Bass: *winks* I'll keep in touch. See ya when this is all over.
*Over at X tribe's meeting place, the slightly smaller X tribe awaits their voting. But first, Indy has something to say.*
Indy: Sadly, crocodiles tragically devoured two members of your tribe. It's a sad, screwed up thing, and I apologize for setting the whole thing up. *Solemnly, Indy snuffs out Toxic Seahorse's torch. Just as she is about to snuff out X's, however...*
X: WAIT!
*A dirty and banged up but otherwise unhurt X trudges into the meeting place, towing a dead crocodile.*
X: *smugly* I brought dinner.
*The tribe, except for Sigma, crowd around X, chatting excitedly.*
Zero: *squeezing X happily* I am SO glad you're not dead, partner!
X: *chuckling* Thanks, Zero. I'm glad I'm not dead, too.
Sigma: But how in the hell did you...
X: *flashes his X-Buster* This isn't for decoration, you know.
Zero: Ha HA! That's my partner!
Indy: Okay. We're all glad that X is okay, but we have a vote to do, if that's fine with y'all. Remember- you can't vote Crystal off.
*Crystal shows off his Immunity pendant proudly.*
Crystal: *doing a little dance* Na na na na, na na, can't touch this! Na na na na, na na, can't touch this...
*Vile slugs Crystal in the stomach, X tribe applauds*
*the tribe votes, Indy reads them off- Sigma, Sigma, Sigma, Vile, X, Zero.*
Indy: Sigma, you're off. *she puts out his torch* The tribe has spoken. I'd throw you to the dragon, but I got a strongly worded letter from the network saying not to instigate in the demise of exilees. Damned corporate slimeballs. So, get yer ass outta here!
X, Zero: *doing a sassy little dance* Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye!
Sigma: *rounding furiously* YOU'LL ALL BE SORRY! THE GREAT JUDGEMENT IS COMING! ONLY THE WORTHY SHALL SURVIVE! KNOW THIS, AND SUFFER! *Sigma huffily stomps toward the docks.*
Indy: Ohhhhhkay. Anywho, two unlikely exilees got the boot tonight, and sadly, one was eaten. What'll happen next? Stay tuned! 'Till next time, this is Indigo X for Protoman and Sailor Saturn, saying 'Watch out! Those crocs know where you live!' G'night!