Oh please, we all thought this when Revenge of the Island came out. Sorry about the suckiness and over use of italics.

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The island was dark, the moon hidden by clouds, not even the stars were visible through the pitch black night.

This meant perfect cover for searching for immunity idols.

Scott grinned and twirled his flashlight in his hand as he walked away from the cabins, intending to comb the woods.

That idol was so his and once he had it, winning this competition was in the bag.

I mean, seriously, the rest of the campers were sleeping, was he the only one who thought ahead?

Whatever, this was too easy.

He chuckled a bit as he passed the mess hall then froze when he heard a moan. He whipped his flashlight around, eyes wide.

"Who's there?" he whispered gruffly. Please not another mutant animal.

He listened hard but didn't hear anything except another moan. That wasn't an animal sound. Was it another camper?

Scott crept closer to the mess hall, intent on sending his possible competitor back to bed.

"…Oh God, there, more," Scott's eyes widened. That sounded like Chris, who the heck was the host getting busy with? Another camper? Scott smirked; maybe he could send the sadist to jail and get the million dollars as a reward.

He peered around the corner of the building, hoping to get more clues when Chris moaned again.

"Damn, Scott," the red-head's eyes flew even wider open. Was the host jerking off? To the thought of him?

"Scotty, so good," the sound that erupted from the host then made Scott turn purple.

The camper fled, his flashlight bouncing in his hand, making it hard to see as he stumbled back to the cabins.

He threw himself in his bed, trying to stay quiet and calm his ragged breathing.

So the host was a pervert who had a thing for snarky red-heads. Scott stared at the ceiling as the adrenaline began to wear off.

Slowly, he grinned in the darkness, well that he could use to his advantage.

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So yeah, any fics I write about TDRI are going to be confusing, there now being two Scotts and all. How could Teletoon do this to me?

Oh well, it makes me laugh. If any of you are confuzzled, Scott the camper came upon Scott the cameraman giving Chris a blowjob but since he couldn't see and he's too egotistical to know that there's also a crew member with the same name, he came to the very funny but very wrong conclusion.

Now watch the show and have it ruined for you when all you can see is Scott thinking Chris is into him. Mwahaha!

I guess I should call my Scott, Scotty from now on to discern him from the camper. I'm also tempted to start using the Scott tag for all my stories even though it's the wrong Scott.

Also, should I post this as it's own story or keep it amongst the drabbles?