The bass once again sat around the bonfire, awaiting their doom, however only four of them had to be worried tonight.
"Tis the fifth bonfire this game and one of you unlucky rascals will leave tonight, without a word, who will it be?" Chris asked, "however Lauren, Krystal, Shane, Travis, and Cherry have invincibility tonight, so here's your mallows, enjoy! Now for the elimination, Ken, your safe."
"Sweet, I thought I was toast," Ken said, knowing very well that his performance was probably the best on his team.
"Gill, you are also safe," Chris smiled.
"Nice maaaan!" Gill smiled as he ran up to claim his marshmallow.
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"WHAT?! But m…my calculations, they were perfect, unquestionable, your saying my research wasn't good enough? BUT HOW CAN THIS POSSIBLY BE?!" Molly screamed.
"Shut up already," Chris shouted, "now get on the boat and GO!"
"This isn't fair, you can't do this to me, why me, why not Charlie, he messed up more, I can't believe this…," Chef slapped a piece of duct tape over her mouth and tossed her in the boat, she began to squirm and mumble, but no one heard anything, but a quiet whisper fading into the distance.
(confessional)
Ken: how many nut jobs came here, yeesh, I thought I was crazy!
Travis: I feel like I should go hide under my pillow till the game ends!
???: Hmmm…she could have been a valuable asset to my plan once the teams dissolved, no matter, a minor setback, either way someone strong was voted off, and now the rest will be easy pickings!
(end)