HCF Camp…

As usual, no one seems to be missing the recently voted off survivor. Hell even Alfred looks somewhat happy that his precious sister is gone. It probably has something to do with the numerous bruises covering his head and face from where she slapped him around before the tribal council.

Everyone goes about their normal business of whatever it is they do, except Billy. Billy heads over to Alfred, Fluffy trailing along behind him like a lost puppy.

"Alfred I need to have a word with you."

Alfred glanced up from the fire he was attempting to build, looking more than slightly concerned.

"Whatever it is I didn't do it."

"No, I need an alliance with you. You and I are the only ones without an alliance. I mean…"

Billy trails off as a body falls into the sand. He glances up at the chopper hovering above them, then back down at the body, and finally back up at the chopper. The show's producer gives a little wave, before smacking the pilot in the back of the head. The pilot mumbles a few obscenities and steers the chopper away.

Meanwhile the body moans slightly then suddenly jumps to it's feet. The body is none other than Brad, looking extremely drunk and wearing a kick ass red coat. In fact, it's none other than Dante's coat from the first DMC game.

"Hey everybody!" Brad slurred, throwing an arm around Fluffy's neck. "I escaped, ya don't gotta pay the ransom."

"Where the hell did you get the coat?" Rebecca asked, handing Alfred some herbs.

"Dante gave it to me!" Brad grinned widely, kissing Fluffy on the snout. "You're a cute little hunter, did you know that?"

There is an audible thunk as everyone's jaw hit's the ground…

On the Beach…

Wesker is standing on the beach with his trademark sunglasses and Bob on his head. Other than that our host does not look at all like normal. He's barefoot, bare-chested, wearing black pants and a long kick ass blue coat…and for some unknown reason his hair is white. The show's ratings have now jumped by 120 points.

The HCF tribe wandered onto the beach, with Brad riding Fluffy…backwards. They take one look at Wesker and realize that he's as drunk as Brad.

"Hey there my nice little victims!" Wesker gave the tribe a drunken wave. "Are we ready for our happy, happy, joy, joy immunity challenge…yea?"

"Oh my God…" Jill moaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Just shoot me now."

"Where the hell did you get that outfit?" Marcus looks unnaturally surprised. "And what the beep happened to your hair?"

"Oh well we had this, like, poker game and I, like, lost the first hand so, like, Vergil dyed my hair white, then, like, he lost, like, the second round so I got his pants, then, like, he lost the third round, so, like, I got his coat."

The horror and confusion our survivors are experiencing is so profound I am unable to put it into words. Wesker just pulls off a drunken evil-like grin as Brad falls off Fluffy. Finally Alfred breaks the silence.

"Did anyone catch how many times he said like?" Alfred shuddered. "He sounded like a sorority girl."

And in unison the other survivors reply.

"Five."

"Alrighty! Time for, like, the immunity challenge…yea!"

Wesker skipped down the beach, his blue coat billowing out behind him. The survivors shudder and follow after him, with Fluffy dragging Brad by the back of his coat.

Wesker came to a stop in front of a large walled in coral, with the wall being roughly four feet in height. He grins at the survivors and hands each of them a seven foot length of rope.

"All you have to, like, do is, like, rope the animal and, like, hog tie it…yea!"

Wesker opens the gate to the coral, falling on his ass in the process. The survivors groan loudly and march into the coral, except Brad…who staggers. When the last survivor is in, Wesker kicks the gate closed.

"First one to, like, get their animal, like, tied wins the, like, immunity. Need that, like, necklace there Alfie."

The pendent lands on Wesker's head and falls into the sand, he doesn't seem to notice. Several minutes pass as Wesker attempts to open a cage adjacent to the coral. He finally manages it and six Lickers bound into the corral with our survivors. This of course causes the normal response.

"AHHHHHHH!"

"BEEP!"

"SHIT!"

"I HATE THE HOST!"

"I HATE THIS SHOW!"

"I LIKE HAM!"

This last response was, of course, from the drunken Brad. And, as usual, the chaos begins.

The first thing Rebecca does is shed her clothes and pull out her whip. This causes all of the survivors to look at one another and move as far away from her as possible. However her plan is undone as one of the lickers whacks her upside the head with his tongue, causing her to lose her whip. She looks at her empty hand, screams, and hides behind Billy.

"Oh no, not this time Honey."

Billy grabbed Rebecca by the back of the neck and threw right into the middle of the Lickers and the screaming starts a few seconds later. This seems to upset Marcus, who decks Billy. Billy in turn decks Marcus…and the war is on.

Meanwhile Jill and Alfred are both trying to sneak up on the same Licker, while Brad is sitting on the ground singing. Jill manages to rope the Licker and jerks him backwards. This does not exactly impress Alfred.

"Hey! I saw him first!"

Alfred pouts, picks up a nearby rock, and throws it at Jill. The rock hits her right between the eyes and knocks her backwards over another Licker. Her screams now join Rebecca's.

At the other corner of the coral Marcus and Billy are having probably the largest and most brutal fist fight the show has yet seen. And with this group, that's saying something.

Alfred has finally managed to wrangle one of the Lickers, but gets clawed in the face while trying to tie its back legs.

"AHHHHH…MY EYES!"

Alfred runs around in circles, trampling both Jill and Rebecca in the process. Brad has his arm flung around one of the Lickers and they are both singing…if you can call that hissy squeaking noises the Licker is making singing.

Finally one of the Lickers gets tangled in Rebecca's lost whip. As it tumbles into the ground, tying itself up basically, the survivors pounce on him. There is much screaming, fists are flying, and obscenities are coming so fast the censor is getting carpel tunnel from hitting the beep button.

"Back off bitch!" Rebecca yells poking Jill in the eye.

"Why you little…" Jill belted Rebecca in the face with a rock.

"Get off of me you little twit!" Billy yells as Marcs crawls over his back.

"Don't call me a twit you degenerate!" Marcus screams, biting Billy's ear.

As the battle rages on Alfred somehow gets a hold of the whip and drags the Licker out from under the pile, the other survivors don't appear to notice. He drags the animal through the gate and collapses at Wesker's feet.

"You, like, win!"

Wesker drops the pendant over Alfred's head and gives a sharp whistle. The four remaining Lickers bound out of the coral and head into the trees. The one Brad has bonded with is still singing, so he just stays where he's at.

"I'll, like, see you later!"

Wesker skips off camera as the fight continues within the coral, with the fighters completely oblivious to the fact the immunity challenge is over…

Somewhere on the island…

Just as our formerly tree bound survivors are preparing to haul Annette out of the hole, the four Lickers come bounding into the clearing.

"SHIT!" Alex let's go of Annette and scales a nearby palm tree like a monkey. "Albert and his beeping immunity challenges!"

The others quickly seek cover in the neighboring trees, except Annette who currently has a Licker licking her face.

I wonder how long it's going to take before they realize Lickers can climb trees?

Next Time on Survivor…

Who is getting thrown into the cage?

CAST YOUR VOTES!

A/N: First, I'd like to thank Twilight-Link for his 'hogtie a Licker' immunity challenge idea! I welcome all immunity challenge ideas so be sure to throw them in there when you review and vote. You never know, you might see yours in an upcoming chapter.

So, vote now!

Jill -- Brad -- Rebecca -- Marcus -- Billy -- Alfred