I can't believe I'm actually writing this. We're down to only ten contestants. We're also 2/3 of the way done with this story as of the end of this chapter. Wow! I also have nothing really to say before we begin...for once! Um... I guess we'll reply to reviews now...
Guest: Well...surprise, then!
Guest: You didn't like Sky? I was kind of sad about kicking her off, but I had to...it's part of the story.
The Abysswalker: Yep! The drama's just getting started, too!
Hugh Takinamee: Don't worry, you'll see much more of Brick and Courtney fighting in these chapters! As for Sky, just remember, love is a crazy thing. It can make people do crazy things.
Two-Tailed Mouse: Sky is pretty much like Courtney, but with morals. Also, Dave didn't try to kill Sky out of jealousy, he tried to stop her from winning the prize money, so he could win himself.
Now for the show!
Also, my DA account has been updated finally! Send me a quick shout out if you're there. Like I said, I'm Tigerfang98 (sound familiar?). I'm releasing everything new with TDHS there (I'll still post chapters here, but I'll try and put some artwork up there).
Last time on Total Drama:
We had a state of emergency on the ship, so I did what any rational person would do in a crisis: make eleven unpaid, unqualified teens to fix it.
While the Geeks and Freaks put out the fire in the engine room, the Cool Kids' Club retrieved the gasoline, but it was not without problems, far from it!
Brick and Courtney clashed over who was to watch over an injured Tyler, but the real drama came out of Sky, who, in a fit of jealousy and rage, actually pushed Sammy into a high-voltage laser.
Because Sky felt so guilty, she actually caused her own elimination! We are down to only ten remaining contestants! Who's going to bring home the one million dollars? Will it be Zombie Zeke, Cutthroat Courtney, Brotherly Brick, Lovely Lindsay, Know-it-all Noah, Benevolent Bridgette, Daring Dave, Reckless Rodney, Tumultuous Tyler or Sweet Sammy? Find out right here, right now on Total! Drama! HIGH SEAS!
STATEROOM 1 (AMY & TOPHER)
"It's time, Topher," Amy sneered at her roommate.
"What?" Topher asked.
"We're finally getting revenge!" Amy said, still smiling.
"On who?"
"On Dave, duh!" Amy said, "We need to make sure he pays for exposing us to Samey!"
"But it doesn't seem that people believe him," Topher replied.
"They might if we don't get rid of him!" Amy said to Topher.
"So how are we going to make sure he gets eliminated?"
"I swiped this!" Amy pulled out a smart phone, "This is Dave's phone! He dropped it last night. He was too caught up in yesterday's drama to notice!"
"Alright! Let's see what we can do!"
Amy unlocked the phone, "No password! Yes!" She tapped the Facebook icon on the phone.
"Uh, what if he doesn't have a Facebook?" Topher asked.
"Everyone has a Facebook, Topher!"
"I don't have a Facebook!" Topher said.
"Well, that's just as good, because you have no life!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Topher scowled.
"Never mind," Amy yelled and she began to type.
Can't believe I'm stuck on this crappy ship! Hate just about everybody here. Can't wait to see each of them drown on the elimination deck! With: Bridgette Summers, Lindsay Top, Brick McArthur, Tyler Kenard, Samantha Callion, Courtney Satella.
"And, post!" Amy said, a malevolent smirk on her face. "I tagged his friends to make sure they see this!"
"You are evil!" Topher complimented.
"I try!" Amy said.
STATEROOM 7 (COURTNEY & SAMMY)
Sammy's phone buzzed, "Oh! I was tagged in a post!"
"That's weird," Courtney said, "Me, too!"
After the dramatic events that happened the day before, the two girls decided to make up as friends. They figured that the things that happened earlier were small matters compared to the things that went down previously. They both knew that they had only a limited amount of time on the ship. Holding a grudge would've been bad for strategy and
morale. Having enemies this late in the game would be a bad idea.
The two unlocked their phone's simultaneously.
"Can't believe I'm stuck on this crappy ship! Hate just about everybody here. Can't wait to see each of them drown on the elimination deck?" Sammy read aloud, "What's that about?"
Courtney growled, "It means that Dave's been being nice to us only to get us as allies!"
CUT TO CHRIS IN THE DINING HALL
Chris, Chef and Ted were standing in the dining hall, all wearing business suits.
"Welcome!" Chris said, "To the final ten! Congratulations on making it this far, but starting today, the game gets even nastier! Why? Because today's Merge Day! No more Geeks & Freaks. No more Cool Kids' Club!"
The ten remaining contestants exchanged looks.
"So abandon all friends and allies, because it's everybody for himself! Tyler, I want to see you at Dave's throat! Bridgette, pull Courtney's hair! Rodney, body slam Noah! Samey and Lindsay, cat fight!"
The contestants exchanged more looks, these ones more nervous than the others.
"So, anyways, it's time for your first individual challenge! Although, this challenge isn't really individual. You'll all be working together as a team!"
"So why's the rude boy here?" Lindsay jerked her thumb at Ted.
"All in due time, Miss Lindsay!" Chris said.
"Anyways, first, I'll give you a little background information: Ever since the first season, we've been getting major funding from the car company Honda. The thing is, we haven't exactly been good at following up with our advertising we promised. They're going to sue us if we don't get their advertisement done within the week, so your challenge is to create that advertisement! You will be judged by Chef, Ted and myself as to who the best and worst workers were. The hardest worker on this project will be receiving a great reward! The worst worker will be going home!"
"So, let me get this straight," Courtney said, "We're not going to be able to vote after this challenge?"
"Exact-a-mundo!" Chris said, "You can convince me to eliminate somebody, but the ultimate power rests with me, Ted and Chef!"
"You're bordering on serious copyright infringement," Noah said.
"Anyways, you have until 5:00 tonight to complete the commercial for judgment! Remember to work as hard as you can, because the person I deem hardest worker will be getting an amazing prize!"
"Whatever," Dave said, "At least this challenge is safe."
"Yeah," Chris said, "I'm sorry about that...I'll try harder to make the next challenge more dangerous."
Dave earned a few glares from his opponents.
"Well, it's time to get to work! My money is on the line!"
IN THE PLANNING ROOM
"As the best leader in this game," Courtney said, "I think I should be the manager for this project! Anyone oppose?"
"Yeah, I do," Brick piped up, "You're a terrible leader, Courtney. You're so selfish. You'd probably kill people if it meant winning the game!"
"How's that any different than war, soldier boy?" Courtney snarled.
This really struck a chord with Brick. He narrowed his eyes at the counselor and looked at her with a hideous, disgusting glare. "First of all," Brick said, "Killing or attacking is always a last resort. Second of all, I would never kill or hurt anybody if my life wasn't threatened and third of all, don't use that condescending tone with me, skinny girl! You've done very little to help with challenges and if you keep it up, you'll find your scrawny ass in the water, swimming home, princess!"
Courtney winced at the name "princess." It brought up really bad memories, most likely beyond Brick's understanding.
"Don't. Call. Me. Princess!" Courtney hissed, "I suppose you want to lead?" Courtney said.
"Me, no!" Brick replied, "I have no experience in any of this, but I doubt you do either!"
"I have experience in leading! That's all that matters," Courtney retorted.
"You don't!" Brick yelled, "You handle power worse than the hall monitor!"
"Um...guys," Dave started.
"Shut up Dave! They cried in unison
Dave shrunk down into his shoulders. He noticed everybody, even Sammy was glaring at him.
"Anyways," Courtney said, "All who want me to lead, raise your hands!"
Nobody, not even Bridgette, raised hands.
"What do you know?" Courtney asked, "You don't know what they taught me at counselor training!"
"Obviously not first aid," Tyler mumbled.
"What was that?!" Courtney screamed petulantly, "You're walking again! Can't you give me a 'thank you' or anything?"
"Thank you?" Tyler asked, "Why would I thank you? You did nothing, Courtney! You took a break from a challenge that you weren't participating in to stop my bleeding with Brick's shirt! Not to mention the fact that you whined about it endlessly!" Tyler raised the pitch of his voice to imitate Courtney, "That blood is gross! I hope I don't get any on my fingers! Tyler has AIDS! I can't touch his blood!"
"That's not what I sound like!" Courtney hissed.
"GUYS, ZIP IT!" A loud voice boomed. The voice belonged to the last person anybody would suspect.
The voice belonged to Sammy.
"Uh, hehe," Sammy giggled, "I didn't think this would work...uh...hi!"
"Hi Sammy," the group responded.
"Um...yeah, so...let's see, who's good at...stuff," she asked, her nervous stutter creeping into her voice.
"Sammy, don't you think I'd be better fit to lead this group?" Courtney asked the cheerleader.
"No, I don't," Sammy said, "You tend to go a little overboard when you're in power, and I don't think you can get people to do what you want by being mean and yelling and stuff, so I really think I'd be best off leading this team."
Samey flinched, waiting for the slap that never came. Courtney merely hissed and seethed with anger, but then her scowl contorted into a smile.
"I've never been prouder of you!" Courtney said, hugging Sammy, "You'll do great things!"
"Uh...thanks..." Sammy said, smiling, too, "Alright, so we need to write the commercial and we need a director and people to act in it. First of all, who can write?"
Nobody raised their hand.
"Really?" Sammy asked, "Nobody?"
CONFESSIONAL: SAMMY
"Being leader was fun, but it was really tough! How does Courtney do these things?"
END CONFESSIONAL
"Does anybody have any ideas?" Sammy asked.
"I got an idea!" Tyler yelled, "I saw this on the Super Bowl! It was about-"
"If it was on the Super Bowl, it's already been done!" Courtney scolded.
Tyler sulked.
"I have an idea," Dave said.
"Shut up Dave!" the rest of the group screamed at him.
"What's up?" Dave asked, confused.
"Have you seen your Facebook status lately?" Bridgette asked.
"No, I haven't!" Dave said, "My phone was stolen last night! Has anybody seen it?"
"Well," Courtney started, "Bridgette, Rodney and Sammy are too sweet to do it, Noah and Ezekiel are too lazy, Lindsay and Tyler are too dumb to do it-"
"What are we talking about," Lindsay whispered to Tyler.
"I don't know," Tyler confessed.
"I didn't do it," Courtney continued, "It'd be bad for my reputation if I ever run for office. While I don't like Brick, I think it's against some sort of military code of honor or something."
"Damn straight," Brick said, thumping his chest.
Courtney continued, "which leaves you, Dave. Nobody else is on the ship!"
"What about Chris and Chef?" Dave asked.
"While Chris is evil," Courtney said, "I don't think he would intentionally sabotage somebody's chances in the competition."
"Anyway," Sammy interjected, "What should the commercial be like?"
"Ok," Lindsay said, "So how about we-"
"No Lindsay!" Courtney shouted.
"Come on, Courtney," Sammy said, "Let's listen to her idea."
"Fine," Courtney rolled her eyes.
"So what if we, like, did a commercial where we, like, are in high school and we, like, are all going to prom as a group, and, like, the limo comes and we're all like, 'Hell no!' and then the new Honda car comes over and we're all, like, 'It's, like, the Honda Civic 2015!' and then, we, like, go to prom in the Honda Civic 2015!"
The rest of the group looked dumbfounded.
"Wow, Lindsiot actually had a good idea!" Courtney said, astonished.
"Minus all those arbitrary 'likes,' I like it," Noah said, giving a rare smile at the blonde.
"So, have we all agreed on this idea?" Sammy asked her group.
The groups were all nods and agreements.
"Great! We'll be setting up in the dining hall! I think we still have some of the decorations from the formal a few night ago," Sammy said, satisfied, "Second order of business, we'll need somebody to film and somebody to direct."
"I'll film," Dave said, "I'm pretty good with a camera."
Sammy rolled her eyes. She was beyond irritated with Dave, but she would take what she could get.
"Ok, then, who wants to direct?" Sammy asked.
"I'll do it!" said Courtney.
"Great, so the rest of you can be actors!" Sammy said.
"I don't act," Noah said.
"That wasn't a question," Sammy said sternly, "The person who is the laziest gets eliminated. I don't think you want that to be you, do you?"
CONFESSIONAL: NOAH
"Whoa! I didn't expect that from Samey. She actually has a backbone now. That could be a problem and I'll deal with it later, but for now, I think it's best to just play along and let her lead."
END CONFESSIONAL
"Alright, so Lindsay and I will write the script," Sammy said, "So could the rest of you possibly set up the dining hall again, please?"
The group nodded.
DINING HALL
Chris, Chef and Ted sat in the dining hall, making small talk.
"So, Chris," Ted asked, "how long you been in the show business?"
"Don't ask him that," Chef yelled, "He'll talk nonstop for hours!" Chris was already giving that signature grin he'd perfected.
"I started my career when I broadcasted for my middle school's news station. I was the head anchor...actually I was the only anchor. I refused to hire any spotlight-hogging co-anchors..."
Chef pounded his head on the table.
CONFESSIONAL: CHEF
"I've heard all of Chris's stories over ten times! When you give that pretty boy the opportunity to talk about himself, he goes on...and on...and on...and on...
CONFESSIONAL: TED
"I hate Chris, but I figured that since he plays favorites, he'd give me a little bit of a break when I compete next season."
CONFESSIONAL: CHRIS
"Ted's a good kid. He'll be especially fun to torture next season!"
END CONFESSIONALS
"And it was then that I knew that I would never become a professional hockey player," Chris continued to drone on.
"Fascinating!" Ted said in a very fake way, "Did you ever hear from Marissa again?"
Sammy came over, "Hey, Chris do you still have the decorations from the formal?"
"Where's that stutter, Samey?" Chris said with malice, "Now that your sister's gone, you feeling all comfortable? It'll suck when you go back home to your sister!"
"Chris, this is uncalled for," Ted scolded the host
"Samey is lame-y. You got all that newfound confidence, what'll happen when you don't have Courtney and Bridgette to stand up for you, little miss insecure?"
Ted stood up. He leaned over Chris and squinted his eyes, "I'm going to tell you one more time," he was calm, but fierce, "Lay off of Sammy!"
Chris looked intimidated and shrunk down a little, "And what if I don't?"
"Listen, Chris, I see your confidence onscreen. It's all fake. You have to bully and belittle young people and put them through pain to feel better about yourself. You seem so cocky when you're bullying other people, but when you're faced with somebody with real confidence, you shrivel up like a baby."
CONFESSIONAL: CHEF
"You go, Ted!"
END CONFESSIONAL
"So lay off of Sammy! She's a sweet girl and she doesn't deserve this," Ted brought his face closer to Chris's, "Got it?"
Chris nodded, his face sweaty from fear.
"Good!" Ted smiled, "Then finish your story. Chef, you mind getting the box of decorations?"
CONFESSIONAL: CHRIS
"That Ted is something else...I'm gonna have to remember that I won't get away with much next season with him."
CONFESSIONAL: TED
"Yeah, I'm a sucker for pretty girls, and, to be honest, when I see a meek, insecure girl being bullied, I can't help but stand up for her."
END CONFESSIONALS
COMMERCIAL BREAK
We interrupt this program for an important public service announcement:
Ted stood in front of the camera, still wearing his business suit.
"Normally, we'd use this time to broadcast whatever dumb product we're promoting this week, but I have something serious on my mind today."
Ted began to walk, "It seems that bullying has been rampant in this world. Let me just say something really quick about bullying. If you have to hurt or belittle other people to give yourself satisfaction, you are not cool! You are a coward! Try picking a fight with somebody your own size! Seriously, try bullying the captain of the football team. I guarantee you won't because you'll get your face pounded in! So lay off, or you'll have people like me to answer to!"
BACK TO THE SHOW
The contestants were all wearing their outfits from the formal.
"Take one!" Courtney yelled.
"So, Tyler," Lindsay asked "What totally awesome plans did you have for Prim?"
"Cut!" Courtney yelled, "It's 'prom.' Take two!"
"So Taylor, what totally awesome-"
"Cut! His name's Tyler, idiot! Take three!"
"Hey!" Tyler yelled, "Don't talk to Lindsay like that!"
"I'll talk to Lindsay however I want," Courtney growled.
"Hey! Don't talk to Tyler like that!" Lindsay whined.
"Hay is for horses aren't you glad you're a pig?" Courtney replied.
"A pig?" Lindsay asked, "I...what?"
"It's just mean, Lindsay," Bridgette said.
"Oh. I hate mean!"
"Come on people, we have one more hour before we have to present this to Chris!" Courtney yelled, "So for the life of me, let's just get this done!"
"Courtney," Sammy instructed, "Stop being so harsh on them. It's not motivating in any way."
Courtney sighed, "Fine. Can't we just get this done? Take-"
"Wait," Rodney said, "Can I get some water? I'm thirsty."
"Go," Courtney instructed.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER:
"Where's Rodney?" Courtney asked, "It's been half an hour and we need him for the commercial. Seriously, who gets lost looking for a water fountain?"
"It's Rodney," Noah said, "He's not exactly a genius."
"We're just going to have to go on without him," Sammy said, "Let's go."
"Alright," Courtney sighed, "Take three."
"Hey, Tyler," Lindsay asked, "What totally awesome plans do you have for the prom?"
"It's going to be awesome, Lindsay, babe. I arranged the best dinner at your favorite restaurant and I got the coolest limo for us and our friends to ride in!"
"That is, like, so cool," Lindsay said while Bridgette, Noah, Sammy and the others nodded in agreement.
"And here it comes!" Tyler announced to his friends.
A sleek, black limousine pulled up.
"What's this piece of crap?" Tyler yelled, "This is not what I ordered!"
A blue-gray Honda Civic pulled up.
"Now that's what I ordered!" Tyler told his friends.
"Oh my God!" Bridgette exclaimed, "It's the Honda Civic 2015!"
"Yep! It's so much cooler than that dumb limo!" Noah agreed.
CUT TO THE DINING HALL
"You know?" Sammy asked Tyler, "That car was so cool! Where can I get one like that?"
"Just go to your local Honda dealer. It goes for as low as $39,999.99!" Tyler said.
"END"
Chris watched the commercial, intrigued, "Good job, guys!" he said, "Meet me in the board room in ten minutes to discuss who we should eliminate!"
BOARD ROOM
Chris, Chef and Ted sat in their respective seats, all wearing business suits.
"First of all," Ted said, "I think it's obvious who gets the reward for the hardest worker. Sammy, you overcame your nervousness among people and effectively led your team to produce a great commercial. For that, you win a significant advantage in tomorrow's challenge."
Sammy cheered and high-fived her friends.
"So who are we sending home?" Chef asked.
"Alright," Chef said, "Let's start out with Courtney. Your type-A attitude and need to control your team is why I'm considering picking you for elimination. What do you have to say to that?"
"I say" Courtney started, "I'm doing what I have to do to make sure I have a successful commercial."
"Yes, but you got a majority of your teammates mad at you. If I put this in their hands, it's very likely that you will get eliminated."
Courtney gulped.
"Who do you think should be up for elimination?" Chris asked the counselor.
"While normally I would say Brick, I'll have to pick Dave for this. He wrote some pretty nasty stuff about us on Facebook today!"
"Dave, is this true?" Ted asked.
"No, I lost my phone last night! I think it was stolen!"
"So," Chris asked, "If I went into your stateroom, which I have the key to, I will not find your phone?"
"Correct," Dave replied.
"Tyler, you're Dave's roommate. Have you seen Dave's phone?" Chris asked.
"I don't know, dude," Tyler said, "Our room's so messy, I can't even find the floor."
"Alright. I'm gonna go check," Chris said.
Chris took out his keys and entered Dave's stateroom. While clothes were strewn all over the floor, it smelled oddly sweet.
"What's that smell?" Chris asked.
"I spray disinfectant every night," Dave said, "The room's messy, but I don't want to get any bacteria or anything."
Chris looked at the beds. On one of them was an iPhone.
"What's this?" Chris asked.
"Whoa!" Dave yelled, horrified, "Where'd you find that?"
"On your bed, just now," Chris said, "You got some explaining to do."
"I know who did it! Amy must've stolen it! When she kidnapped me during the formal, she said that if I told anyone, I'd be dead! As you know, I told a bunch of you guys. She must be getting her revenge!"
"It's true," Noah said, "Amy's on the ship. I saw her, too."
"Really?" Courtney asked.
"Really," Noah said, "She's been out to get Samey this whole time. She had me lock her in the closet during the cooking challenge. Then Amy went on to assume Samey's identity and get her in trouble with her teammates."
"So that girl who was personally insulting us was really Amy?" Courtney asked, incredulous.
Noah nodded.
"I told you that!" Sammy said.
"I know," Courtney said, "I can't believe I didn't believe you! I'm so sorry!" Courtney hugged her friend.
"While we're making confessions, though," Courtney said, "I've done some things I'm not proud of here, too. I entered an alliance with Sky to eliminate you! I'm so sorry. I was just so hurt by what you-Amy said. I didn't see things through. I've been a rotten friend."
"It's all water under the bridge now," Sammy said, returning the hug.
"Alright," Chris said, "This is all touching, but I have to eliminate somebody."
"Killjoy," Chef said.
"Douche bag," Ted said.
"Shut up!" This ship has top-notch surveillance. I think I'd know if Samey's sister was running out of control on the ship!"
"Actually," Noah said, "Topher's with them and they have some high-tech hacking device."
"That crazed fan boy?" Chris asked, "Don't make me laugh! I doubt Topher can even screw in a light bulb let alone hack into the ship's cameras! Stop feeding me your lies! Dave, you're fired!"
Dave's eyes grew big, "What?" he asked, shocked.
"You're fired, eliminated, gone, kaput!" Chris answered. "Meet me on the deck of-"
There was a rumbling and a crashing noise. coming from the adjacent room.
"What was that?" Sammy asked.
"That sounds like it came from my gallery!" Chris yelled. He ran off.
When Chris, Chef, Ted and the nine contestants arrived in the gallery, it was not a pretty sight. Chris screamed.
"No! Not the tower of MacLean! Not The Birth of Chris! All my paintings and sculptures that cost me millions of dollars, gone!" Chris went into shock, "This can't be happening! This cannot be happening!" Chris's breathing got shallow. He began to hyperventilate.
"Canadian Gothic, the Iron Chris, The Mona MacLean! All gone!" Chris cried.
Under the wreckage, Rodney was crushed.
"Hey, guys," Rodney said from under a huge pile of debris, "A little help?"
The contestants all pulled Rodney out from under the rubble of glass, stone and metal.
"Uh, thanks, guys," Rodney said, "I'm sorry about this stuff, Chris, "I'm a little clumsy."
Chris scowled, "For destroying millions of dollars worth of art, you're disqualified from the competition!"
"So Dave gets to stay?" Sammy asked hopefully.
"No! I'm really, really pissed off right now! You're both eliminated! And Rodney, you can expect a lawsuit when you get home! I'll pick off every penny your pathetic family has!"
"Actually," Courtney said, "You can't do that. You're always going on about how important our contracts are. Well, section four, subsection B, article 2 prevents any form of lawsuit from any of the staff of Total Drama should this contract be upheld. Basically, you can't sue Rodney, no matter how much you want to."
Chris was crying at this revelation, "Just...just go!" he sobbed, "Both of you!"
"What a baby," Ted whispered to Chef, who nodded in agreement.
DECK OF SHAME
Dave held Sammy in his arms and gave her a big hug.
"I'm sorry things had to be like this," he said, "You're going all the way, sweetheart, I guarantee it."
"Thanks," Sammy said, near tears, "I'll try."
"I'll be watching and cheering for you back home," Dave said as he boarded his lifeboat, "And, hey, one more thing," Dave said, scowling, "Kick Amy's bitchy ass for me! Topher's too. Make sure they have to answer for their crimes."
Rodney boarded the same lifeboat, "By, everyone! I'll miss you all!"
The ship sailed off, leaving the two victims of elimination behind.
"He'll be fine," Bridgette told a worried Sammy, "Geoff told me they send a helicopter to pick them up once the ship is out of sight."
This eased the cheerleader's nerves a little
"Come on," Bridgette said, "Let's get some ice cream."
The two girls walked off to the dining hall.
"Is Chris still crying?" Ted asked Chef.
"Yep," Chef said.
"How do you work for that man?" Ted asked.
"It ain't easy," Chef said, "But sometimes I get to do nasty things to him, so that makes up for it."
Chef and Ted shared a laugh.
"You know what?" Chef told Ted, "I'm looking forward to having you on next season. You and me got a lot in common!"
"Alright," Ted said, "But you're not going to cheat for me, are you?"
"Just say the word and I will!" Chef said.
"I'll think about it," Ted smirked.
The two unlikely friends looked out at the ocean.
"You want to do the honors?" Chef asked Ted.
"You mean it?" Ted asked
"Sure. If you're up to it."
Ted cleared his throat.
Who's going to be the next contestant eliminated? Will they still be intact when they leave? Find out in the next totally dramatic episode of Total! Drama! HIGH SEAS!
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