"Well… at least you're not going all psycho on us and invading everyone's dreams," Jared said, trying to make the Warden feel better.

It didn't help. The purple-clad man was still slumped over his plate of slop.

Gwen decided to speak up. "Cody… it's just a dream, okay? There's nothing to be worried about."

"We're all gonna die… We're all gonna die…" Cody continued to mumble, ignoring what Gwen had said. He became aware of another shadow over his food. Slowly turning around, his eyes met Duncan, and he freaked out. "Aah!"

"Chill, Warden. I'm just seeing if you're okay. You look a little pale this morning."

Cody just sat there, terrified and shaking.

"He had a nightmare last night," Gwen explained. "A bad one… with chainsaws."

"Oh…" Duncan nodded in understanding. "Those can be quite traumatizing." He thought for a moment. "…Maybe idle conversation will help. Cody?"

The Warden gulped. "Y-Yeah?"

"You remember waaaaaaaay back to TDI, right?"

"Yeah," Cody answered, slightly more calm.

"Heh heh. Yeah. Me, too. I remember how you were always the womanizer – the ladies' man."

Cody chuckled, feeling better as the conversation went on. "Yep, that was me."

"I swear," Duncan snickered, "when I first saw you hitting on the girls, I thought they let Edgar Roni Figaro loose on the island."

Whatever progress Duncan had made with Cody suddenly vanished as that particular statement triggered his memory of his dream.

"Y'know… I've been in prison for more than half my life, so…" Duncan began as the gas kicked in. He grabbed his chainsaw. "Time to go Edgar Roni Figaro on your asses!"

"Edgar what?" Owen asked before being sawed in half by the convict.

Cody screamed and hid under the table.

Duncan's eyes widened as this occurred. "…Was it something I said?"

Jared shrugged. "Maybe he doesn't like Final Fantasy."

-X-

"Cody, you have to relax," Gwen said when she and Jared were finally able to lure him out from under the table with a picture of Alice in a bikini (Ew…). "If you're nervous, it only makes things worse. Think happy thoughts."

"You know… I should find that ironic," Cody replied, "but somehow… I don't. Am I really that far gone?"

"You have no idea," Jared mumbled.

They found themselves in front of the (thankfully) not-lit bonfire pit. Chris was standing at the oil drum looking healthy as ever (meaning there weren't any butcher knives in his back).

"Alright, campers! Since we're running out of ideas and prizes, this will be the final challenge, and you'll have the rest of the week challenge-free!"

The campers cheered with joy.

"And… it's another horror movie challenge!"

The same campers stopped cheering.

"…Well, okay. It's not really horror… and it's not really a movie… It's really more like a thriller videogame style challenge – a game where you get hunted down like the pack of animals you really are. So… yeah, forget the horror movie thing. Heh heh."

The campers stared angrily at him.

"…However, your horror-movie-based-skills will still help you with this challenge: Gwen, you took down a real psycho killer once; Cody, you run a prison filled with real psycho killers; Duncan, you practically live with real psycho killers; and I also had a good one for Izzy, but she's not in the challenge."

"Let me guess… was it that she's a real psycho?" Gwen asked.

"…Wow. You're good. So, let's get ready for… Extreeeeeeeeeeeme Manhunt! Each of you will be hunted down by our man hunters – called such because I'm not so sure if I can legally leave out "man" – and you must avoid them at all costs. If you get tagged, you're out."

Trent thought about the explanation Chris just gave. "Hey… this is starting to sound like Cha–"

"SHH!" Chris shushed, his arms flailing. "Are you guys trying to get me sued?"

"Yes," Duncan joked.

Chris rolled his eyes. "Very well. Now, since Chef is getting older, and is therefore not as fast as he used to be, he's not going to be the only man hunter. So, we hired some interns…"

Harold, Noah, Izzy, and Leshawna appeared behind Chris, wearing black suits and sunglasses.

"For the record, we were forced," Noah explained.

"But five man hunters aren't enough. Luckily, I found some tourists on the island who were willing to be a part of this challenge. They didn't give me their names, but they had some really… uh… weird abilities, and they gave me the creeps, so I thought, 'Hey! They're perfect!' So, here are man hunters six and seven!"

Cody watched in horror as two familiar faces appeared, also wearing black suits and sunglasses. "Th-The… The…"

Gwen, who noticed Cody's reaction to the new man hunters, put two and two together and finished his sentence. "…Twins…"

The Twins smiled when they saw the Warden. They started their monologue… er… dialogue… Monologue? (Who can tell with these two?)

"It's nice to see you again, Warden."

"Having fun on vacation?"

"So are we."

Cody twitched as the Twins laughed at him monotonously.

Noah noticed this. "Wait… Cody, you know these two?"

The Warden slowly nodded.

Suddenly everything clicked for Izzy. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!! These guys must be from Superjail, too… and they're probably the reason why Cody's so jumpy."

The know-it-all nodded. "That makes sense." He wrapped an arm around the redhead's waist. "You know, you're smarter than most people give you credit for."

"Well… I don't mean to brag, but I do have an IQ of –"

"Whoa! What the hell?" they heard from someone say. They looked up to find that everyone was staring at them in shock (even the Twins, though they weren't sure why).

"Well," Noah began, "It started at the Playa des Losers when –"

Harold stopped him before a flashback could begin. "Sorry, Noah, but we don't have time for a flashback. The game is about to begin."

Noah nodded. "Right. I'll tell you guys later."

Chris snapped his fingers so everyone brought their attention to him. "Okay, contestants: you each get a head start. I'll be 'activating' man hunters every seven minutes. Your mission is to find the Goal, which will not be activated until about fifty minutes from now. After an hour the Goal will be closed, and none of you get the prize. I'll explain things in more detail over the loudspeakers during the game. Ready?"

The campers did not look ready, but Chris didn't care.

"Go!"