Time until eviction: 1 hour 30 minutes
Favourite for eviction: Sorry Gaz, you're on your own now.
Gaz: gr….
Tak: HA!
Dib: My head is not greasy!
Zim: what is it with people trying to vote out the box?
Box: Im not even an elevator mate! Toppit or I'll sing Christmas songs!
Purple: trust me folks, you don't want her to to start doing that…
Box: I'm a guy…
Purple: ehehe…
Zim: ooch…
A panel in the ceiling opens and covers Purple in flour.
Purple: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?
Gaz: How come we don't get any flour?
Box: supplies had to be cut back due to a rubber pig breaking into the flour compound. Everybody stares at Gir suspiciously, Gir just smiles innocently.
Zim: tough crowd…Dib! Block the flour hole with your-
Dib: If you say anything about my head I will…do…horrible…things…
Zim: Actually I was going to say rucksack but your head works nicely.
Dib: NAAAAAAAAAA-
Two minutes later
Dib: AAAAAAAAAAH
Zim slaps duct tape over his mouth.
Dib: mmmmnmnh!
Gir: Duct tape!
Gir grabs the tape and sticks Tak to the wall by her arms.
Tak: get me down!
Zim: Any one wanna play darts?
Purple: YEAH! Sticks Dib to the wall next to Tak Now we get a board each…
Dib: MNNNMHHH!
Tak: LET ME DOWN! ZIM!
Zim: what can we use as darts?
Purple: how bout pencils?
Gir: YAY! Starts poking Dib in the eye with a pencil
Gaz: You mean you want to poke pencils through my only brothers brain?
Purple: Is there a problem?
Dib: mMMhh! (translation: Help me Gaz!)
Gaz: can I play?
Dib: HMM! (Translation: GAZ!)
Tak: stopit right now! Let me down!
Purple: ok, but only if you-
Gir: Dance!
Zim: YES! I command the Dib to dance!
Dib: MMHNNM…
Zim: eh….just nod you head if you accept.
Dib: Mnnmhmmh! (translation: I can't! You duct taped my head to a wall!)
Zim: Nod your head! NOD IT! NOD IT!
Gaz: I wanted to throw pencils at him…
Purple: you can do that later. Gir! Let them down and make 'em dance!
Gir obeys and get rid of the duct tape.
Gir: dance!
Dib: technically you can't make us dance…
Tak: yeah!
Gaz: how about we throw pencils at them until they dance?
Zim: the pencils or Dib?
Gir: I'll sharpen me some pencils…starts pulling out sporks and sharpening them
Tak: Gir, those are not pencils…
Gaz: it doesn't matter…
Purple: yeah! Dance!
Dib: groans and starts dancing unenthusiastically. Tak copies.
Zim: put some life into it!
Gaz: throws a spork at Tak. She starts dancing faster, Gaz throws more sporks until Tak's dancing like Elton John and Dib's doing a pretty good imitation of Elvis.
Time until Eviction: 10 minutes.
Unfortunately, the favourite for eviction cant be named since said favourite is armed with sporks.