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Chapter 08 (Day 02, Part 4) - Chop Shop Class
Noah was wondering if Izzy could work without her tongue sticking out. Ever since the shop class challenge began, the redhead was at work with all kinds of material and electronics, and had her tongue stuck out in concentration.
"Creepy," he muttered under his breath as he returned to his project.
Everyone was hard at work, some feeling more confident than others. Gwen and Trent, having received permission from Chris, were working on the same project, risking the chance they'd pass or fail together. Harold was busy at a forge, using some very hot instruments with a big smile on his face. Cody was tinkering with a pile of electronics, chuckling to himself several times.
As Chris had promised, injures had been common. Tyler was whistling while he worked to keep his mind off his four bruised fingers. Sadie had accidentally dropped a hammer on Katie's toes. Geoff, so worried about Bridgette, had cut and jammed his fingers multiple times.
(Confession Cam - Yes, we're filming this.)
Geoff - "It's not that I don't think she's good at shop class. I'm just worried that, well, you know how she's a little clumsy when on land. What if she hurts herself bad?"
Bridgette - \smiling\ "I've helped build houses before, so I know my way around tools. It's kind of nice to get back to basics of creating things."
Courtney, when trying to snip a stitch in her project, accidentally slingshotted her scissors across the room. They impaled right over Cody's head, but he didn't even notice because he was so focused on his project.
"He sure is lucky you're not a serial killer, babe," Duncan said to her, grinning.
"Stop that," she hissed at him. The tan-skinned girl was wondering how she was going to explain to Cody going over there and getting those scissors back without alarming him.
Ezekiel was busy cutting metal at his station, something he found to be difficult at first (a.k.a. three cuts) but really fun when he got the hand of it. The shape he was working on looked like a large 'Z' on a chain.
"So what are you working on, Zeke?" Harold, who was sharing the station, asked him.
"I'm gonna make me some more killer bling, like my first medallion, eh," he said with a grin. "It'd be so cool to wear something I made, don't you think? I'm gonna add the Killer Bass icon to it after I've finished with the Zed." As Harold nodded in agreement, Heather watched Ezekiel with a sinister eye. Her project, which was a couple earrings, had not gone well at all: they resembled blobs of melted white goo with crooked golden hooks coming out.
(Confession Cam - Could do with a smooth finish.)
Heather - "That Royale Threads coupon was mine. I was not, under any circumstances, going to lose my chance on getting one. I'm not good at creating the basis of a project, so I like to 'borrow' ideas, so to speak. Luckily, luck was on my side for a borrowing opportunity."
The shop class was filled with screams, Lindsay's screams to be precise. She had turned on a power sander too high, and now the device was moving on the floor, scurrying around like the small creatures she couldn't stand. Ezekiel, like several other of the campers, went to go help her.
Tyler tried killing it by stomping it, but ended up sanding off the pattern on the bottom of his shoe. Leshawna, rolling her eyes, merely pulled the plug on the device.
"Sorry about that," Lindsay replied sheepishly. "I thought that power nail file was going to kill me!"
Leshawna took some time to explain to the blond beauty what that 'power nail file' really was while the rest of the campers headed back to their projects; however, when Ezekiel returned, he found his project wasn't there.
"Where'd it go off to?" he asked himself, looking around his section. "Harold, did you boo'row my bling, eh?"
"No, man"
"Heather, you see it, eh?"
"No," she replied, her back to him and working intensively on her project.
"This ee'nt good," Ezekiel started looking all over his section. "We're almost out of time!"
"Better hurry then," Heather suggested, smirking at the metal Z she was cutting.
(Confession Cam - Would look okay with bling, we thinks.)
Ezekiel - "I was freaking out there ab'oot a bunch of things there, eh. I had lost the Zed part of my bling, I might fail the challenge, and all in all, might get voted off the island! Being one of the first ones voted off ag'een would probably break my heart, eh."
Heather - \She is wearing a necklace that sports a large, silver H; it looks suspiciously like Ezekiel's bling.\ "Sorry, homeschool, but your fly bling just happened to fly my way."
"Have you seen a gold Zed around here, eh?" Ezekiel was asking Justin. "About yay'big, sharp edges?"
The model shook his head. Ezekiel sighed, going back to Lindsay's station to look for a third time; however, before he got there, Chef blew a whistle.
"Times up, campers," he bellowed, clapping his hands. "Add any finishing touches you may need while I summon Chris!"
He left, and the campers did as he suggested. Ezekiel let out a long sigh, defeated. Harold patted his shoulder in comfort, but the prairie boy was crestfallen.
Chris arrived in a short amount of time, looking eager. "Well, class, let's see who's made some impressive products, and will the craftsmen of today's generation.
"Let's start with... Noah!"
The egghead, who was getting a little tired of being chosen first for these things, rolled his eyes. He then smiled as he proudly waved his hand at his project.
"Bookends, since you all know I like books," he explained. The bookends were in the shape of the Killer Bass and Screaming Gopher icons, even green and red like they were known to be.
Chris ran a finger over the Killer Bass bookend, then smiled. "Noah, this is rather good! You pass!" The other campers cheered, and Noah bowed.
The host headed over to Lindsay's work station next. She presented a lump that looked like it had been torched, mutilated with a saw, hammered relentlessly, and polka-dotted with glue.
"Lindsay, what is this?" Chris asked, looking stumped.
"An ashtray," she said, looking hopeful.
"What... material is this?" He was staring hard at the mauled project, wondering if it was wood, plastic, metal, or if Lindsay had managed to mutate a new material from damaging it so much.
"I think it was plastic," she admitted.
"Sorry, but this is not going to cut it. I have to flunk you," he said, and Lindsay began to wail.
Tyler sat down in the chair that he had been making. It held for about five seconds before the legs broke and he fell down rather painfully. He was removing a few splinters from his butt as Chris told him he had failed.
Eva's project was a doorstop. She tried to show it would work by using the door to the building, but it wasn't stopping the door. Kicking it hard under the door frame while holding the door in place, she not only destroyed her own project but ripped the door right off its hinges. She gave Chris an embarrassed grin as the host shook his head, then flunked her.
Gwen and Trent had made a motorcycle engine, something Trent had experience in. Chris, seeing if they had made a working one, had the musician install it into Chef's motorcycle, and asked the large man to take it for a ride. With a quiet start, the cook looked doubtful until he gave it a little gas; he rocketed off like a bullet from a gun barrel, screaming and whooping. Chris smiled at the couple and told them they passed.
Justin whipped the cover off of his project: a bust of Chris Maclean. The host cried out in glee, and hugged the male model in addition to passing him. Most of the other campers rolled their eyes at this, but secretly wished they had thought of that.
"So, you made a robot? Don't you do this a lot at home, Cody?" Chris was asking the geek.
"Yes, but this one has great usage," he said, smiling. "First off, note how it displays the time, and it's time-zone correct!" He gestured next the table where the robot was placed, where Owen was fast asleep on a bed.
"And," the geek continued, "it has a great alarm!"
He pressed a button on the robot, and it started to shout in a digital voice, red and white lights flashing. "Warning! Warning! You are in danger of oversleeping! Get up!"
"Interesting," Chris said, rubbing his chin. "But what if you're a heavy sleeper like Owen here?"
"You put it on the second setting," Cody exclaimed, looking very excited now.
He flipped a switch, then pressed the same button as before. This time, when the robot started to shout, "Warning," it squirted water at Owen, hitting him in the face. By the third splash of water, the large teenager was thrashing, awake and blubbering.
"Did I miss the spelling bee?" Owen asked as he bolted upright in the bed.
Chris laughed and high-fived Cody as the campers applauded him. "Excellent work, Codemiester! Not only do you pass, but we'll see what we can do about marketing this!"
Courtney nervously handed Chris the wallet she had been making. He inspected it with a grim face, making the C.I.T. very nervous. Then he smiled, and told her she passed; she was so excited, she gave the host a big hug.
Izzy was holding her project behind her back. When Chris asked her to show it, she held it up to his face: it was a time bomb, with a timer counting down from ten. Many of the campers screamed, while Katie, Sadie, and DJ fainted. Chris very quickly told her she passed, and she happily turned off her bomb.
Ezekiel looked pretty upset when he had nothing to present Chris. The host gave him a sympathizing pat on the shoulder, and told the prairie boy he still had to be flunked. With great maturity, the homeschooled kid accepted his fate, and pulled his toque down over his eyes.
Katie and Sadie, who had also worked together, lifted up the shoeshine kit they had been working on. It was a real tragedy that, when they placed it on the table, it fell to pieces almost immediately; they had forgotten to glue it together. They burst into tears and hugged each other when Chris flunked them.
"So you made a pocket knife?" Chris asked Leshawna, who had held up something that looked a lot like what the host thought it was.
"Actually, it's more like pocket silverware," she said. She used the small curves as handles to pull out a fork, a spoon, then a knife. "Oh, and I included a spork too."
"A spork? Lemme see," the host asked, clearly excited. Leshawna did, and the host clapped his hands. "Now that's a great tool! You pass for the spork alone!"
The large sister leapt for joy as her fellow campers cheered for her. The host applauded too, then headed over to the next camper.
"So, what did you make, my man Harold?"
Harold was still near the forge, holding something gold in a pair of metal tongs. "Extend your hand, Chris. Don't worry, it's quite cool."
The host, confused, did as he was. What Harold dropped in his hand was a gold ring, smooth and shiny. "This is really nice, Harold, but is that all to it?"
"Wait a minute."
Chris did, holding the ring closer to his face. "I don't see anything, dude," he commented, then stopped. "Wait... there are markings. It's some kind of cursive."
"In our tongue," Harold said, smiling proudly, "it says, 'For my dearest Leshawna.'"
The girls, and even some of the guys, fawned over this. Leshawna came over, snatching the ring from Chris and looked at it herself; to say her face lit up would be an understatement. After putting the ring on, she grabbed Harold by his shirt and gave him the biggest kiss he had ever received from her.
"Wow," Lindsay purred, "that is love."
Bridgette bit her lip as Chris inspected the birdhouse she had made. To both of theirs surprise, a blue bird flew out. Then a pink bird followed him, following with a gray squirrel chattering angrily and shaking its fist at them before returning back in the birdhouse. Chris chuckled, then told Bridgette she passed.
Geoff, who was stoked about Bridgette winning, was filled with confidence when he showed Chris his table. The host placed one finger on it, and it came crashing down, one side directly on the party animal's foot. As he hopped around and cried out in pain, Bridgette chased him trying to help; Chris would have to tell him later that he had failed.
Beth had made a pencil holder, and held it up to Chris. The host looked at it, but didn't seem too thrilled. With a shake of his head, Beth knew she had failed. She let out a long sigh, but managed to stay calm.
"Duncan, buddy, is that a sword?" Chris asked, leaning back from the long, sharp object.
"No, man, it's a letter opener!"
"It's two feet long, Duncan," Courtney said in disgust.
"I see it being popular among managers and corporate," Duncan said, still grinning wickedly. He held up an envelope to his really big letter opener, and looked at Chris with that look he imagined an evil boss would have. "So you want a raise, pal...?"
He sliced open the envelope and pointed it threateningly at Chris. "Tell me why you deserve one."
After Chris got over his initial shock, he laughed. "That's cruel and unusual, Duncan dude! I love it!"
"It's also good carving power, see?" Duncan said, gesturing to a cloth he had pinned to the wall. He pulled it down, revealing a large heart with "D + C" carved in the middle.
"Duncan," Courtney exclaimed, looking horrified and blushing at the same time, "that's embarrassing!"
"I'm not ashamed of it," he said, grinning at her and raising his eyebrows hopefully.
"Well, of course not, it's vandalism," she retorted, and walked off. Duncan looked pretty crestfallen; he had been hoping for a big kiss like Harold had received from Leshawna.
"Cannot win them all, dude," Chris said to him, patting his shoulder, "but you do pass the class, so you won some!"
As the class cheered for Duncan, who held his really big letter opener in the air in victory, Chris walked over to the last camper: Heather. "So, what do you have for me, Heather?" the host asked her.
"I made this necklace with a fine silver finish," she said, holding up the trinket to him. The chain and silver H gleamed in the light. "The 'H' stands for Heather, as you can guess."
"Not bad," Chris said, feeling it with his hand. "I think it stands for a passing grade. Congratulations!"
When he let go of the necklace, the reflection of the light caught Ezekiel's eye. It swung, and he, in that brief moment, recognized it.
"Hey," he shouted, startling everyone, "that's my bling!"
Everyone was now looking between Ezekiel, who was furious, and Heather, who was smiling innocently. "I'm sorry?" she asked.
"You're the one who took my bling, didn't you?" Ezekiel continued to shout, storming over to Heather. He pointed at the necklace, yelling, "That's my Zed! You took my Zed and changed it into an H! I even recoo'nize the chain! You... you-"
"Whoa whoa whoa," Chris shouted, grabbing the prairie boy's shoulders, "Zeke man, calm down! Chill!"
"I have no idea what he's talking about," Heather said with a shrug of her shoulders.
Ezekiel was hissing air through his teeth, his fists clenched, his body trembling. Lindsay was almost certain he was going to explode. "What's a 'Zed'?" she asked Leshawna.
"Zeke dude, did you see her take it?" Chris asked Ezekiel, and the prairie boy admitted with a shake of his head that he didn't. "Owen, Chef, did either of you see it?"
Chef shook his head, while Owen nervously tapped his fingers together. "Sorry, dude, I didn't. I was a little busy making sure Izzy didn't blow herself up."
Chris looked back at Ezekiel and shrugged. "Sorry dude, but there's no proof."
"And with no proof," Heather said, her most sinister smile on, "you really shouldn't go around saying such things just because you lost."
Ezekiel, about ready to blow a gasket, let out a furious cry and stormed out of the building. Some of the campers, namely Gwen, Leshawna, and Bridgette, glared at Heather.
"Alright, folks," Chris announced, trying desperately to break the tension. "All Freaks 'n Geeks, winners or losers, will meet me at the bonfire ceremony tonight! Let's see who'll be walking the Dock of Losers tonight, the second person to go home!"
(Confession Cam - We record things because we care.)
Heather - \chuckles as she swings the silver H back and forth\ "Boy, the look on his face was priceless. I just wish he had done something more dramatic, it would have been nice to have his fellow freaks vote him off."
Gwen - "I hate that evil cow, hate her! I wanted to go over there and use the belt sander on that evil smile of hers!" \takes a deep breath\ "But I still have to think about who to vote for. And I know who of this team I really do not want to be paired with."
Noah - "There were a few people of concern on this team. Eva may have a temperament, but she did her part. Sadie messed up, twice, and I don't see how useful she can be in the future. Plus, that squealing she does makes me want to use an ice pick on my eardrums. I talked to a couple of my teammates, and I think I may have convinced them."
Eva - "It was one of those two clones, and I know which one was the most annoying."
Harold - "I hate voting for people who are good people, but since this contest is becoming rather unpredictable, I want to make sure I am paired with people who are really skilled. So I voted for Katie."
Katie & Sadie - \Katie\ "Oh my gosh, that temper was too much!" \Sadie\ "It seriously was!" \Katie\ "The red face, the clenched fists, the furious breathing..." \Sadie\ "I thought someone would be killed! Creepy!" \Katie\ "Seriously creepy!"
Duncan - "Sorry you were fleeced, dude, but I still haven't forgiven what you said the first day you were here. So I vote for Ezekiel."
Ezekiel - \is still fuming\ "I'm so mad I cannot see straight, and I'm never mad, eh! Anyway... I cannot vote for Katie or Sadie, since they're so nice and helpful. Beth is too sweet, and I ee'nt gonna vote for myself, so I have to vote for Eva."
Izzy - "As an extra precaution, I'm going to vote for who might still have the illegal jellybeans. Also, she is a little weird."
The tension was thick at the marshmallow ceremony. All of the Freaks 'n Geeks were seated on their stump-like seats. The members of Cool Kids' Club, even Heather, had gathered on the side to watch. Everyone wanted to see who would be voted off, since they had friends they were hoping would stay.
"I've got ten marshmallows here," Chris announced, tapping the plate, "and I have eleven campers there. Ten of you will dine tonight, ten of you will be fine tonight.
"But one of you is not getting a marshmallow. One of you is going to be walking the Dock of Shame. One of you is going to be boarding the Boat of Lo-oooooooooosers, and one of you is never coming back!
"Ever!"
Lindsay had been counting on her hand, and she gasped. "That means four of them have been voted off? No way!"
Chris ignored Lindsay, then smiled back at the Freaks 'n Geeks. "Now, let's have the skilled of the shop class come forth! 'Robo-Alarm Clock' Cody!"
The geek let out a cheer before claiming his marshmallow. He walked over to the campers gathered on the side, high-fiving Trent.
" 'Time Bomb' Izzy, 'Bookend' Noah, and 'One Cool Ring' Harold!"
The three campers claimed their marshmallows happily. Noah juggled his a couple times, while Harold hugged his girlfriend, the owner of the One Cool Ring.
" 'Letter Opener' Duncan, and 'Motorcycle Engine' Gwen!"
The two took their marshmallows and walked over to the other campers. Gwen and Trent hugged, while Duncan wrapped his arm around an annoyed (but deep down, very happy) Courtney.
"Now we come down to the final five, who did not pass our shop class," said Chris.
Beth was crossing fingers on both her hands and shaking in fear. Katie and Sadie were holding hands, smiling at each other confidentially. Eva and Ezekiel were sitting, arms crossed, looking ticked off.
"The first of four remaining marshmallows goes to...," Chris started, tapped his chin as if to recall, then said, "Beth!"
The farm girl cheered, grabbing her marshmallow and kissing it several times. She high-fived Leshawna as she joined the other campers.
"The second marshmallow goes to... Katie!"
The thinner girl squealed in delight as she claimed her marshmallow, then headed back to her BFFF. "Um, Katie," Chris called to her, "you should probably join the others..."
He stopped when he realized who he was talking to. "Never mind," he said, shaking his head. "The third marshmallow goes to..."
Sadie, Ezekiel, and Eva exchanged glances, their fists gripping tight, or in Sadie's case, gripping Katie's hand.
"... Eva."
Katie and Sadie both gasped as Eva stood up and claimed her marshmallow. She popped it in her mouth and muttered, "Hmm, my first. Not bad."
"What?" was all Katie could say as she watched Eva join the others. "But... we...
"Ladies...," Chris said, interrupting Katie's stammering.
"This...," he tapped the plate, which had a single marshmallow on it, "is the final marshmallow of the night."
Katie and Sadie clung to each other, staring in horror at the tasty treat. Ezekiel let his arms drop and let out a nervous whimper.
"It's down to Sadie and Zeke," the host said. He then laughed. "Hey, Zeke, if you get voted off, that will mean, like, you're the second to be voted off. You can keep coming back every season, and you'll win by the twenty-second!"
"Yes, Chris, it's great how you can poke fun at me and all, but will you please tell us who won, eh? You know," Ezekiel gestured to Katie and Sadie, "before they hug each other so tight, they wind up behind each other, eh?"
"Okay then," Chris said with an innocent (as innocent as could be with Chris Maclean) smile.
The tension was thick. Katie and Sadie were squished together, and Ezekiel had his hands up over his mouth. He shot a furious glance over at Heather before looking back at Chris. Tyler gripped his headband in terrible suspense, Bridgette clung to Geoff, Heather grinned malevolently.
"The final marshmallow of the night goes to...
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"Zeke."
The prairie boy thought he said "Sadie" for a brief moment, then realized he was safe. He let out a relieved sigh. Though his first marshmallow was bittersweet, as the sad cries of Katie and Sadie came shortly after he picked up his treat.
"Why do you have to separate us again?" Sadie wailed, looking like her heart had been broke.
"Can't we just go together?" Katie suggested, looking desperate. "It'd just be easier for everyone."
Sadie took her BFFF's hands in hers, with sad but strong eyes. "Katie, I know how much you want to be with me, because, well, I feel the same about you. But you need to go on in this contest. I was able to do it, so can you."
"But I went to pieces at the Playa des Losers when you weren't there," Katie admitted.
"I was pretty bad too, but you need to be strong. I know you can go far in this contest, you've always been the stronger one."
"This is so totally unfair."
"Actually," Sadie said, surprising her friend with a shake of her plump head, "I think it would have been more unfair to Ezekiel if he had been voted off. Since his project was, like, stolen and all."
Ezekiel blinked, and couldn't help but smile. "Hey Sadie," he said, catching her attention. He tossed his marshmallow to her and winked. "Parting gift from me to you. We'll take care of Katie."
"Oh my gosh... thank you," Sadie replied, smiling.
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"Bye, Sadie," Katie called out to her friend as the Boat of Losers departed from the Dock of Losers. "I'll think about you every day!"
"I'll think about you every hour," Sadie called back, waving from the boat.
"I'll think about you every minute, then!"
"I'll think about you every second!"
"I'll think about you every...," Katie paused, trying to think of what was shorter than a second. Ezekiel leaned in and whispered it in her ear. "Oh! I'll think about you every nanosecond!"
"By-iiiiiiiiiiiiie," Sadie called out, her voice very faint with distance.
Katie stood on the Dock of Losers and waved until her friend was completely out of sigh. She hung her head in sorrow, covering her face with her hands. "I hate this feeling," she whimpered.
Bridgette came to her side and put her arm around the sad girl. "I know it's hard for you," she said gently, "but I'm sure you can do this, Katie."
The tan-skinned girl wiped the tears from her eyes. "I think I can," she whimpered. "I... I know how you all think Sadie and I are weird because we're BFFFs and so close and all, and wear the same clothing but...
"But I truly believe we are soul mates. That some unexplainable connection brings us together. We're not lovers or family, and it's hard to explain... I wish I could put it to words better."
"I think you did a good enough job," Bridgette said. She hugged Katie, then took her hand. "Come on now, we don't want to be late!"
"Late?" Ezekiel asked, looking at the two girls. "What are you talking ab'oot?"
"The follow-up prom Chris promised us, remember?" Bridgette said, smiling at Ezekiel. "Let's hurry, Geoff is waiting for us!"
(Confession Cam - Wishes it had a BFFF.)
Katie - "Sadie, I miss you already, but you probably, like, knew that. Anyway, don't forget our little deal: I last more challenges than you, and you gotta buy me dinner! I buy yours if I last a shorter amount or if it's a tie! Either way, I hope you have a lot of fun at Playa des Losers! I'll be thinking about you, always and forever, my BFFF!"
The party was rocking when Bridgette, Katie, and Ezekiel arrived. All the campers except Heather were there, and from what the three learned, the queen bee had been locked in the communal restrooms.
Owen, acting as disc jockey, was laying down the music. Geoff was dominating the dance floor like the wild party animal that he was. Trent and Gwen were dancing together this time, as were the other couples. Even Eva was dancing.
Noah and Cody sat on the sides, the former happily reading rather than dancing. Izzy wouldn't have any of that, however, so she and Bridgette yanked Cody and Noah off their seats and onto the dance floor, getting them to dance. Tyler was actually pretty good at crumping, but most people wisely stood a fair distance from him when he was doing it. The true masters of the dance floor were Geoff, Harold, Izzy, Duncan, and Chris.
Katie sat alone for a little while, still depressed about Sadie not being there. Then a large hand extended an invitation, and looked up to see DJ was the owner of the hand. Casting her sadness away for now, the pigtailed girl accepted the invitation and joined him on the dance floor.
A few slow dances were played. For most of them, the couples danced with their loved ones. Guys took turns slow dancing with Katie, girls took turns fighting over who would be with Justin. Geoff and Gwen shared a platonic dance, while Ezekiel and Bridgette slow danced once more. Cody didn't get a chance to dance with Gwen, but he get to dance with four other girls (Lindsay, Beth, Katie, and Izzy), so he was pretty satisfied overall.
"I love this show," Chris said to the camera as the campers and he kept the party going to the wee hours of the night, and then some.
Cody - Sadie
Noah - Sadie
Harold - Katie
Beth - Sadie
Izzy - Sadie
Duncan - Ezekiel
Ezekiel - Eva
Gwen - Eva
Katie - Eva
Sadie - Eva
Eva - Sadie
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Sadie - 5
Eva - 4
Katie - 1
Ezekiel - 1
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I'd like to think of this day as the calm before the storm. The action, humor and love will continue on, but starting the next challenge, the drama and revenge and anguish is going to pick up. Things will be getting ugly shortly, and you're all invited for the emotional roller coaster.
If any of you have concerns, let me state at the risk of major spoilers: none of the official couples are going to break up. If I want to do Ezekiel and Bridgette, I can always write a short story on the side.
Bridgette and Geoff, Lindsay and Tyler, Trent and Gwen, Owen and Izzy, Duncan and Courtney, and Harold and Leshawna will all be staying together. I'm still not fully decided on any new pairings, but friendships are in the works!
Ezekiel's Victory Theme - Mother / Earthbound Victory Theme, from Super Smash Brothers Brawl.
Another camper has been voted off, and this contest is far from over! Who will be next? What will the teams be next time? Will they ever let Heather out of the communal restrooms? Stay tuned!