~The super dramatic Tribal Council music plays. Chris is seated in his usual spot…guy is always sitting, it seems. He waits, patiently. A figure emerges, it's Frieza. He leads the way. Immunity shines around his neck. Behind him enters DeFranco and Samurai Jack. Neither one looks all that comfortable. It's all led to this. Three Cartoon Crossover contestants. Three warriors…one must go home~
Chris McLean: Come on in and take a seat.
~They place their torches in the proper spot before snaring a stump. Each man seems to suck back a good deal of air before Chris rolls into the process~
Chris McLean: Alright…welcome to the final tribal council. Or, well, the final tribal council BEFORE the final tribal council. Or, ya know…the final tribal council where someone will be voted out…yea, there we go. Welcome! I'll bring in the members of our jury at this time…
~We see the near complete jury enter. Whis appears first…then Aladdin…followed by Katz…Tennyson is next with Killer Keemstar strolling forward…finally, Sam enters…she's all dolled up, wearing a form fitting attire. She sits down and glares at Phillip~
Chris McLean: Sam Manson…voted out at the last tribal council
~Sam mouths the word "asshole" at Phillip. DeFranco chooses to ignore the remark~
Chris McLean: Alright…final traditional tribal council. After tonight we will be down to the final two…a final two that will face a jury of their peers…peers you each had a hand in voting out. Having gone through so much…endured such strife…unfortunately, someone will be voted out right at the finish line…tonight means…
Samurai Jack (to Chris): We fucking get it
Chris McLean: Okay, cool…I was running out of things to say. Anyway…let's get down to it. Frieza…the prevailing opinion amongst, well, everyone was that you needed immunity to have any shot at making the final 2. And, well, you did just that…you snared immunity and are guaranteed a spot in the final 2. How does it feel?
Frieza (to Chris): Feels great, Chris. Achieving goals always do.
Chris McLean (to Frieza): On the negative side it will be your vote and your vote alone that sends the final person home. That's a lot of responsibility.
Frieza (to Chris): It is and one I haven't taken lightly. I've been back and forth all day…Phillip or Samurai Jack…Samurai Jack or Phillip. Not an easy choice.
Chris McLean (to Frieza): What goes into a choice like that, Frieza?
Frieza (to Chris): A lot…too much, probably, ha. I considered loyalty…should I take the person I feel the most loyalty towards? Then there's strategy. Who would I have a better chance at defeating in the final 2? It would be tough to make a decision tonight that would cost me the game at the end.
Chris McLean (to Phillip): DeFranco…how do you think Frieza should vote?
Phillip DeFranco (to Chris): I think he should vote for red, obviously! I think Frieza should go with his gut. Vote the way he feels is right. It's his vote…he should do what he's most comfortable with.
Chris McLean (to Samurai Jack): Samurai Jack…same question
Samurai Jack (to Chris): He should keep me
Chris McLean (to Frieza): Frieza…do you have your mind made up?
Frieza (to Chris): I do
Chris McLean (to Frieza): Are you ready to vote?
Frieza (to Chris): I am
Chris McLean: Alright, let's get to it. Phillip and Samurai Jack…Frieza has immunity, so you cannot vote for him which means your votes would simply cancel each other out. Therefore, only Frieza will be voting tonight. Frieza…whenever you're ready.
~Frieza stands and heads toward the voting area. The jury watches with great anticipation. Samurai Jack stares Frieza down, as though trying to bend him to his will. Phillip chooses to look at the ground, perhaps too nervous to watch. Frieza scribbles a name down and looks into the lens~
Frieza: You played a great game…a true legend. I'm sorry you had to go so close to the finish. No hard feelings.
~Frieza stuffs the vote into the bucket and returns. Chris stands and heads toward the voting area. Tension fills the air. Samurai Jack stares at Frieza. DeFranco continues looking at the ground. Frieza chooses to watch Chris. Chris returns with the vote~
Chris McLean: Alright…only one vote in here so, we all know what that means. Once I read the vote the decision is final and the person will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately.
~Samurai Jack continues to stare Frieza down. Frieza finally turns and meets Samurai Jack's gaze. DeFranco stares at the floor~
Chris McLean: Eighteenth person voted out of Cartoon Crossover Survivor and the final member of the jury….Samurai Jack
Samurai Jack (to Chris and Frieza): Fuck you
~Samurai Jack shakes his head, staring at Frieza. Frieza doesn't back down, continuing to look at Samurai Jack. Samurai Jack stands, angry. He grabs his torch. Phillip leans back, breathing a sigh of relief. He's overcome with a sense of achievement. Samurai Jack slams his torch into the ground~
Chris McLean (to Samurai Jack): Samurai Jack, the tribe has spoken
Samurai Jack (to Chris): No shit
~Chris snuffs the torch~
Chris McLean (to Chris): It's time for you to go
~Samurai Jack rips the torch from it's place and storms along the bridge, exiting the tribal council area. Phillip turns and pats Frieza on the back~
Phillip DeFranco (to Frieza): Thank you
~Frieza nods~
Chris McLean: Alright…and then there were two. Immunity is finished…voting people out is over…you will now enter the final phase of the game. You two will head back to camp…say goodbye to whatever it is you're going to miss from the Amazon…if anything…and then meet up back here where a jury of your peers…these people and that really angry guy who just got voted out…will question and judge you while ultimately deciding who deserves the title of Cartoon Crossover Survivor.
~Phillip and Frieza both nod~
Chris McLean: Alright then…you can head back to camp. Get some rest…you're going to need it
~Phillip and Frieza stand, snaring their torches. We fade to black~
NEXT TIME ON Cartoon Crossover SURVIVOR: The jury decides who is the Sole Cartoon Crossover Survivor
~We see Samurai Jack seated at the final words table~
Samurai Jack: That sucked. I really wanted to be the winner or at least in the finale. Oh well…whatever.
~We fade to black~