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LeShawna sighed, looking back at Izzy. They had lost Herbie and Xavier long ago, so it was just the two of them. And she knew that nothing good could come out of their situation, especially if she got shot and Izzy was left to earn the win for their team.
"Izzy-"
"E-Scope."
"… Right… E-Scope, do you think we're gettin' close to the boat back to Wawanakwa?"
Izzy sniffed the air and nodded. "Yeah. I can smell the pond scum from here… We should be pretty close."
LeShawna sighed in relief and looked upward. "Oh, thank you! I need to go home and take a shower…"
"Why? I never take showers."
LeShawna blinked. "Izzy-"
"E-SCOPE."
"Whatever," LeShawna muttered, rolling her eyes. "But you have to take showers or baths or do something to clean yourself up, right? Otherwise, you'd stink something nasty…"
"Well, DUH," Izzy said with a giggle. "Of course I clean myself. I just don't take showers is all. I do it the natural way."
"… That being?"
"Licking myself, of course!" Izzy exclaimed, like it was obvious. "Cats do it all the time!"
LeShawna gaped at her, absolutely disgusted, but opted to say nothing she would regret and kept walking.
*T*S*R*
Duncan looked around, glancing at the strawberry blonde walking next to him every once in a while. She looked very… out of character. A huge frown was plastered on her face and she was muttering something to herself. Duncan was able to make out several words, ones that he never even thought were in her sweet little vocabulary.
"Whoa," Duncan gasped at an extremely bad mutter. "Even my old cell mates back in Juvie didn't use that kind of language…"
Candace looked over at him, like she was too consumed with her own anger to remember that he was with her. "Oh, sorry. I guess I'm just a little mad…"
"Didn't even know you were capable of that. You're always smiling and laughing and all that happy crap."
"That doesn't mean I can't feel any other emotions," she retorted, rubbing her arms from the cold of nightfall. "You always seem so scary and bullyish and 'Rawr, I'm gonna beat you up,' and yet you can be happy sometimes."
The punk looked ahead, then back at her. "Guess you've got a point there… So… What was Owen going on about before?" he asked her. "Something about… Naming a baby after him or something?"
Candace grunted, punting a pebble out of sight. "Gah, Owen was just being his naive self. He thinks just because Geoff and I went on a date last night, that automatically impregnated me. We didn't even kiss, for Edward's sake!"
"Edward?"
"Yeah, Edward Cullen. Y'know, from Twilight."
Duncan shook his head. "… No comment."
"Anyway, I guess he's just excited for me. And Geoff, since he was so bummed about the Bridgette thing. I just wish he didn't want to know every single detail about my dating life…"
Duncan shrugged. "He's probably just trying to look out for you."
"That's what you'd assume, wouldn't it?" she rhetorically asked. "You do that with your sisters, and that's really sweet and all-"
"I am not sweet. I was just doing my brotherly duties."
"Whateveeeeeeer," Candace drawled, looking slightly amused at his resistance of the compliment. "You're nicer than you were last year, that's for sure."
"Yeah, I guess… But continue."
"Right. Well, Owen doesn't butt into my business the same reason you did. He just…"
"Wants to know everything about everybody?" Duncan suggested.
Candace nodded. "Right. It at least shows he cares about people's lives… But he cares too much… And I don't think he actually knows how babies are made."
"I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't." He brushed past a few bushes, squinting when something caught his eye. "Hey, I can see the boat!"
"It hasn't left yet?" Candace said, a little more of her usual perk in her voice. "Yay!" The orange suited teammates raced toward the shore, only to be stopped by Ron, who fell out of a tree and landed gracefully on his feet.
"EEP!" Candace shrieked, hiding behind Duncan. "That's a bazooka!"
"A paint bazooka, my dear," Ron corrected her, flashing her a yellow grin. "Soon, your hair ain't gonna be the only red thing on ya…"
Candace gasped, popping out from behind Duncan. "Hey, I'm not a redhead! I'm strawberry blonde! Get it right, old man! If you can't even tell the difference between red and light reddish blonde, then you're too stupid and useless to even deserve to live!"
"Wow," Duncan muttered. "I really hope Candace was still ticked off about the Owen thing and using Ron to vent her fury. If she was actually that angry about calling somebody by the wrong hair color…" Duncan shook his head and chuckled. "Wow."
Candace giggled, back to her old self, and said, "Okay, I really overreacted back there. Owen's attitude made me feel all weird inside and I had to let it out somehow. What's that feeling called again?" She tapped her chin for a second and snapped her fingers. "Oh, yeah! I think it's called 'anger'… That was the first time I've ever really felt it…"
Ron snarled at her insults and fired, resulting in Duncan sprinting away and Candace being covered head to toe in the red paint.
*T*S*R*
Chris observed Candace's demise on the monitor in Ron's watch tower and nodded, a little freaked out, yet impressed. "Wow, this guy is good. He found those two before I could, even with all our hidden cameras. You gotta admit, Chef, this guy's freaky good at this stuff… Chef?"
He turned to look at Chef, who was sitting in the corner of the room, arms crossed and face twisted in a furious scowl. Chris walked over and patted the big chef on the head. "C'mon, big guy. I know you wanted to shoot those brats, but think of it this way; the more work he does, the less work we have to do."
Chef's scowl disappeared. "I never thought of it like that."
Chris grinned and patted him on the back. "That's the spirit, buddy. Now, who wants some ice cream?"
"Oh, oh!" Chef waved his hands wildly in the air. "I do! I do!"
"Great!" Chris walked back over to the monitor and sat in his swivel chair, just in time to see LeShawna being shot and Izzy making a mad dash. "Get me a mint choco-chip while you're there, with lots of sprinkles. Chop chop!"
Chef growled, but made his way toward the tower's exit. He wanted ice cream, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal to get it while he was there, anyway…
*T*S*R*
Geoff sat on one of the many crates that were in the dinky shack, twiddling his thumbs and looking around awkwardly. Jovie was on the box next to his, watching her feet as she swung them back and forth. DJ tried to keep his eyes off the spectacle taking place in the middle of the floor, sitting on the floor next to Jovie's crate. He looked just as uncomfortable as his teammates, sans Herbie and Xavier, who had found a bucket and were doing all sorts of things with it to keep themselves amused.
"Um… Marilee? Keith?" DJ called out, looking at the two teens as they continued to kiss, the kiss getting a little deeper every couples of minutes. They ignored him, but he still said, "Could you guys… stop? It's really awkward."
"Dude thought it was awkward for them?" Geoff asked, cringing. "What about me? That was my little sister! That was totally not awesome for me to have to look at!" He sighed and shrugged. "But Marilee seems happy. That's enough for me to put up with it… As long as they don't start…" Geoff's eyes widened as he thought about it and started shrieking in fright, slapping himself to get the horrible image out of his mind.
Marilee finally unlocked lips with Keith and spun around to glare at DJ who squealed in fright at her harsh expression. "Listen to me, bub. Ever since I've gotten on this island, I have dangled from a thousand foot tall cliff by my bikini strap, had one of my darkest secrets spilled by my drunk of a brother-"
"Hey!" Geoff whined. "I'm not a drunk!"
"I was talking about DUKE, Geoff… I've also been spat on by Beth, had to watch a bunch of icky blood run down my leg, been barfed on a million times by a baby simulator, and mooned all of North America!" She started panting, and even Herbie and Xavier were scared by this point. "I have been this show's punching bag since day one and I am going to enjoy myself for once if it kills me!" After a few more pants, she went back to smooching with Keith.
"Leave 'em alone, guys," Geoff said. "If they want to make out, then it's none of our business if-" Geoff paused when he noticed something Keith was doing. "Was that tongue?" He stood up and started pushing his sleeve up. "That's it, I'm kicking his a-"
Geoff was interrupted when the door banged open and LeShawna was tossed on the floor.
Marilee separated from Keith again to look at her fallen teammate. "Oh, man! That means Izzy's the only one left! We're dead!"
"That's right, cupcake," Ron said with an evil grin, Candace slung over his shoulder. "And I'm going to take her down as soon as I drop off little Miss Sunshine here."
Candace looked up and waved. "Hi, Geoff! Hi, people who aren't Geoff!"
"Hey, Candace," Geoff waved back, grinning widely and completely forgetting what he was about to do. The others waved back, even though they figured she was just trying to be polite by greeting them.
Ron slammed the door and Marilee and Keith went back to their public display of affection, making their team groan in disgust.
Jovie scratched her head and mused, "Maybe the immense desire to make out with your significant other and not care who sees is genetic. Marilee and Keith are related to Geoff and Bridgette, after all."
*T*S*R*
Izzy raced toward the boat, wiping the beads of sweat off her forehead with her black and white sleeve before they could get in her eyes. She was her team's last hope, and she was not one to let her team down. Well, not one to let her team down on purpose, at least…
Just as she reached the dock, she bumped into a strong figure, knocking her onto her back. She sat up, rubbed her head and opened her eyes to see that she had bumped into Duncan, who was now also on the ground.
Both stood up, just staring at each other for a moment. Izzy finally broke the silence and asked, "Only one left, huh?"
Duncan curtly nodded.
"So is E-Scope. Lotta pressure, huh?"
"Who's E-Scope?" Duncan asked, completely ignoring her question. "The only person I see if you…"
"It's my new name, long story." Izzy cocked an eyebrow, an amused grin on her face. "So… Just you and me, huh?"
Duncan nodded again. "Yep." He jerked a thumb toward the boat and added, "It should be ten soon. If we both get on that boat, it will be a tie."
Izzy nodded and crossed her arms, smile disappearing.
Duncan smirked in a devilish manner. "And I'm not going to let that happen…" He swung his fist to strike her, but she jumped out of the way in time. She attempted to kick him in the gut, but he barely avoided her foot.
They continued their combat, punch after punch, kick after kick. Most of the time, they were able to block the swings, but they did make contact every once in a while. Izzy managed to give Duncan a good punch to the cheek, arm and chest, while the latter had given the redhead a pretty swift kick to the shin. However, neither gave up.
This went on for a while, and Izzy was on the brink of giving up, but an idea sprung into her twisted little mind.
Duncan was one tough cookie, but he had one weakness. A weakness that he and all men had in common.
With a mighty jump in the air, Izzy did a flip and gave Duncan a flying kick in the crotch. Landing stealthily on her feet, Izzy cackled as Duncan fell to his knees, arms between his legs, and whimpered in sheer pain. She quickly gave him the loser sign and did a few back flips until she landed in the boat. And not a second too soon, as the boat decided to pull away then and there.
It was ten 'o clock. The Rabid Wolves had won.
*T*S*R*
The captured prisoners, and Duncan, had been released and shipped back to the campgrounds. They were tired, dirty and covered in paint. The last thing they wanted to do was sit at the campfire pit and listen to Chris talk about more stuff, but they had to.
"First of all, congratulations to Izzy and the rest of the Rabid Wolves on their victory. None of you are going home tonight!"
The team cheered, while Keith and Marilee started kissing again.
Chris and the Killer Bears blinked in total and utter shock. "Uh… Why isn't she slapping him or something?" Gwen asked.
Jovie shrugged. "Beats me. I guess she started not hating him after they spent some time alone together."
Chris just shrugged and muttered to himself, "Guess I should have checked the monitors for the cameras in the shacks more…" Talking at a normal volume, he announced, "Anyway, since the Wolves won, they get a very… special reward tonight. Instead of the Killer Bears voting each other off, tonight the Wolves will vote for who they want to vote off!"
Everybody gasped, along with an uproar of complaints from the Killer Bears.
"Shut up so I can finish!" Chris yelled. He cleared his throat and continued, "Now then, the Wolves will act as a jury, and find one of you guilty."
"So… The guilty one will be the one who is voted off, correct?" Courtney asked.
"That's right," Chris said, nodding
"Well, I have nothing to worry about then," Courtney boasted, still wearing her jumpsuit and covered in paint spots. "Everybody knows I never do anything wrong. Never! They can't prove me guilty!"
"Wolves, you have thirty minutes to decide who leaves. Bears, wait here until they make the final jurisdiction."
"C'mon, Chris, can't we at least clean up first?" Cody asked, trying to chip the dried paint off his cheek.
"No," Chris bluntly said. "Okay, jurors, gather in the mess hall and make your decision."
Before they could go, Chris stopped them and looked around. "Wait, where's Izzy?"
Keith, who had finally released Marilee, said, "She ran off. Something about unsettled business."
"Whatever," Chris muttered with a shrug. "Just get your vote on and I'll see you all back here in half and hour."
*T*S*R*
The thirty minutes had passed by so quickly, yet as the Bears sat around the campfire and staring at Chris' platter of invincibility, the seconds seemed to tick by oh so slowly.
"Bears, there are eleven of you, but only ten marshmallows on this plate. One of you will not-"
"We get it," Gwen interrupted, rubbing her tired eyes. "You get sent off the island, never come back, yadda yadda… Look, we're all tired, McLean. Can't you pick up the pace a little?"
Chris frowned, clearly irritated at being interrupted. He pulled a gavel out from behind his back and slammed it on the oil drum podium. "Order, order!" He turned to the side and called out, "Have you reached a verdict, Rabid Wolves?"
The entire team, sans Izzy, walked over to the host. Marilee was holding a paper in her hands. "We have, your not-so-honor," Marilee said, looking down at the paper. "We find Gwen and Cody… Not guilty!"
Geoff grabbed two of Chris' marshmallows and tossed it to the two.
"Courtney and Selena, even though you two were a few of the first ones on your team to get shot, you two are safe, too."
Courtney happily caught hers, stuffing it in her mouth as quickly as possible and chewing it with pride to rub it in Selena's face.
"Duncan, Trent, you guys are innocent."
Keith tossed them their marshmallows and Marilee continued, "Candace, Grace and Heather, you three are just fine and dandy."
Geoff tossed a marshmallow to Heather and accidentally hit Grace, who had fallen asleep upright from such an exhausting day, with hers. However, he walked over to Candace and gave hers to her personally, along with a little wink.
"Yeah," Marilee muttered, rolling her eyes. "He isn't biased at all…"
Owen and Zoey, seated right next to each other, exchanged a nervous glance and looked back up at the marshmallow Keith had in his hand. Marilee looked to the two and said, "Zoey."
Zoey gulped at her name being mentioned.
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"Not guilty."
Keith tossed her a marshmallow and Zoey looked sheepishly toward Owen. "Sorry, Owen…"
"What? Why Owen?" Courtney questioned. "I don't really like him or anything, but it just seems sort of out there."
"Because he's a giant moron and ruined our super cool prize last night!" Marilee shrieked, tearing her paper in half in rage. Keith put a hand on her back, which made her straighten up and clear her throat, pieces of the paper clutched in her fists. "I mean… We have our reasons."
"C'mon, that's not fair," Cody said, looking upset for his friend. "That was just an accident and-"
"It's fine, guys," Owen said, standing up. "It was awesome while it lasted, but when you gotta go, you gotta go!"
"That didn't sound right," Geoff muttered.
*T*S*R*
Ron scowled deeply as he walked toward the Boat of Losers, which Chef had brought to pick him up from Boney Island.
He hopped on and sat down, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "Can't believe I let Izzy get away. I didn't even get a chance to fight her."
"Yeah, yeah," Chef said, rolling his eyes. "I've gone up against her before. Consider yourself lucky, buddy."
Chef went back to the steering wheel and started the boat, zipping back to Camp Wawanakwa.
*T*S*R*
Owen had gathered up all his stuff and was getting ready to get on the Boat of Losers. He had hugged pretty much everybody, whether they wanted to be hugged or not. He still had a few more people to say his goodbyes to, however.
"Bye, Owen!" Zoey said, hugging his leg. "I wish you didn't have to go."
"It's okay, Zoey," Owen said, picking her up to hug her. "I don't mind. I lasted the whole time last season. I didn't really think I'd last as long this year, anyway."
Zoey dug around in her pocket and pulled out a fluffy marshmallow. "Here, I saved this for you."
"For me?" Owen gasped. Zoey nodded and popped it in his mouth. After he chewed and swallowed, he hugged her even tighter with one hand, rubbing his stomach with the other. "My elimination was not in vain, belly!" He let her go and walked over to his sister.
"Aww, Owen!" Candace looked up to him, trying her best to look strong and smile. "I'm gonna miss you so much!"
Owen gathered her up in a death hug and exclaimed, "I'm gonna miss you, too, sis!" He put her down and added, "Kick butt in the competition! And have fun, okay?" Before Candace could agree, he bent down and started rubbing her belly. "And make sure you and Geoff take good care of little Owen once you lay his egg and hatch him!"
With one last wave to the crowd, he walked to the boat and took a seat next to Ron, while Candace just stared at him like he had grown a second head.
"Daddy, I know you're a very busy man, being a door-to-door cheese salesman and all," Candace began, looking slightly worried, "But seriously, couldn't you have taken, like, half an hour out of your time to talk to Owen about the birds and the bees?"
The boat sped off, and most of the campers dispersed after that. However, Zoey lingered behind, still staring at the boat, and Duncan took that as the perfect time to apologize. He didn't really know how to start, so he simply muttered, "Well, at least our side of the cabin won't reek of his sleep farts tonight…"
Zoey looked up at him, crossed her arms, and turned away from him, nose turned upward.
Duncan groaned and sat down next to her on the edge of the dock. "Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you before, okay? I was just stressed out about being the sort-of leader and-"
"I will never forgive you!" Zoey snapped, turning around and glaring at him. "You were mean and scary and yelly and-"
Duncan pulled a bright red lollipop out of his pocket and waved it in her face. "You forgive me now?"
Zoey's face brightened and she nodded, snatching the lollipop from him and sticking it in her mouth.
Duncan couldn't help but chuckle. "I knew you would."
He left her to enjoy her treat and headed over to the mess hall, where he saw Geoff and Candace leaning against the side of the building and chatting. Once Duncan got there, he greeted them, then turned to Candace and said, "Hey, Candace, I think I saw that Edward Culvers guy by the forest."
Candace stopped listening to Geoff and turned to him, looking excited. "You mean Cullen?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
"Wait a second… He's not real." She giggled and added, "Even I realize that."
"Uh… I meant the dude who plays him in the movie."
She gasped and placed her hands on her cheeks in excitement. "Robert Pattinson?"
"… Sure, why not?"
"Eeeeeeiii!" The guys clamped their hands over their ears to drown out her shrill squeal, only removing them once she had raced out of sight.
Duncan watched her as she ran to the woods, then looked back at Geoff. "Dude, you sure you wanna get involved with a chick like that?"
Geoff chuckled and said, "She's so awesome, man. I hope we hook up before one of us gets voted off…"
"Right…" Duncan coughed and added, "So why did you guys really vote off Owen?"
"Didn't you hear what Marilee said before?" Geoff asked. "Th-that was it."
Duncan cocked his unibrow, not buying his story. "I wasn't born yesterday, man. I saw you guys before. You can't tell me that didn't help you make your ultimate decision."
"Uh…"
Flashback: That very night, 10:45 PM, the mess hall
"I say we vote Duncan off," Jovie said, taking a seat at the table with the others. "You've seen the skills he's got."
She mostly got a round of agreements from her teammates, but Herbie and Xavier were the first to speak against it. "Wait a second!" Xavier yelled.
"Maybe instead of him," Herbie started, "we should-"
"You two are the least noticeable contestants on this show," Marilee pointed out. "Do you seriously think we're going to take your opinions into consideration?"
Herbie sighed and looked at his brother. "She's got a point…"
"Wait, maybe we shouldn't vote for Duncan," Geoff spoke up. "He's my bro. I can't just stab him in the back like that!"
"Geoff, the name of the game ain't Total Friendship Happy Time," LeShawna pointed out. "Sometimes we gotta vote friends off, even when we don't want to."
"I dunno," Geoff sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just… I need to get some fresh air and think about it more…" He stood up and walked out of the mess hall, where he saw Candace was sitting on the steps.
"Hey, Candy," Geoff warmly greeted, taking a seat next to her.
Candace looked up at him and smiled. "Hi, Geoff! I'd ask how the voting's going, but that would sort of be like cheating, right?"
Geoff shrugged. "Probably. Chris wouldn't care, though. He never really does when someone cheats… We haven't decided yet, anyway. And don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get the boot."
"Aww," she cooed, leaning against him as he wrapped an arm around her. "You're the sweetest…"
Before anything else could happen between the two, a huge amount of weight came between their embrace, sliding them both off the steps and on the grass.
"Owen?" They saw that Owen had been the divider and was now sitting by himself on the stairs. "What are you doing, dude?" Geoff asked.
"I wanted to be part of the hug," he explained. "Since we'll be in-laws pretty soon and all."
"Oweeeen!" Candace whined. "We're not going to get married anytime soon! We're way too young!"
"But he has to!" Owen exclaimed. "He's the father of your child!"
"WHAT?" Geoff yelled, jaw dropping.
Candace frantically shook her head. "No no no, Geoff! Owen doesn't know what he's talking about. He's… He's joking!"
"No, I'm not. You held Geoff's hand last night, so that put a baby in your belly and-"
"LEAVE!" Candace shrieked, blushing like crazy.
Owen, not looking very affected by her harshness, shrugged and started walking away, but not before telling Geoff, "Bye, Almost Brother-In-Law!"
Once he was out of sight, Geoff took a seat back on the steps and rubbed his arm awkwardly. "So…"
Candace stood up. "So… I'm just…" She pointed behind herself and said, "Gonna go…" She walked off without another word, leaving Geoff bummed out.
"Maaaan," he whined to himself. "I'll never be able to make my move on Candace if Owen keeps making things too awkward for us to even be close to each other…" He thought it over and it was as if a light bulb suddenly lit up in his head.
He ran back into the mess hall and yelled, "Owen!"
"Where?" DJ asked, looking around. "I don't see him."
"No, let's vote off Owen!"
"Why?" Jovie asked. "I thought he was your friend."
"Well… Like LeShawna said, sometimes we have to vote off our friends even when we don't want to!" he explained. "You guys remember how far he got last year. He's bound to get that far again!"
Keith nodded. "Dude's got a point…"
Geoff strolled over to Marilee and placed a hand on her shoulder. "And remember the super awesome prize that he destroyed last night?"
Just the thought of it made Marilee growl and remove her shoe. Geoff snatched it from her before she could harm anyone with it. "If it wasn't for him, we'd be chillin' out in a cabin with all that wicked swag at this very moment."
There was a stir of conversation, most of them sounding like agreements.
"All in favor?" Geoff asked, raising a hand. The entire team, except for Izzy, who still wasn't there, raised their hands and said, "I!"
Geoff couldn't help but smugly grin as he grabbed a pen and wrote 'OWEN' in big, black letters on the piece of paper in front of him on the table.
Marilee took the paper and stood up. "I'll do the name announcing thing, okay? I wanna see the look on that fluff ball's face when he realizes he doesn't get his marshmallow!" She waved the paper and declared, "I'll bring the paper for show…"
End Flashback
Geoff sighed, looking awfully guilty. "I know it was wrong, man. I just… I really like Candace and-"
"You don't have to explain, dude," Duncan told him. "Dude was getting in your way. I probably would have done the same thing."
Geoff looked him over and sighed, looking even sadder. "That doesn't make me feel better…"
"This might… He was sort of bugging Candace, too."
Geoff perked up. "Really?"
"Yeah. You should have seen how angry she was that he got in the way of you two."
"So she does like me like that! Sweet!"
"And you getting the others to vote Owen off saved my butt from elimination," Duncan pointed out, offering him a fist to bump. "That's worth something. To me, at least."
Geoff bumped his fist, slightly grinning. "Just looking out, dude."
"Well, I'm going to bed. Later, man."
"Yeah, 'night. Guess I'd better go find Candace," Geoff muttered, walking toward the forest. "She's probably still looking for What's-His-Face." He turned back to Duncan and said, "Y'know, you could have just told her you wanted to talk to me alone instead of making up some crock."
Duncan smirked and shrugged. "I know, but where's the fun in that?"
*T*S*R*
Owen silently sat next to the grumpy Ron on the boat, looking around at the passing islands. He couldn't help but overhear him mutter something about Izzy.
"Holy Mama Luigi!" Owen gasped, tugging at his blonde hair. "I never said goodbye to Izzy! Sh-she disappeared and-"
Before he could finish, a familiar redhead sprung out of one of the seemingly empty crates on the boat. She was wielding a huge paintball bun with her.
"Izzy!" Ron bellowed.
Izzy evilly grinned. "Well, well, well… If it isn't Ron the Rent-a-cop."
Ron raised a confused eyebrow at her. "What's a rent-a-cop?"
Izzy rolled her eyes. "Never mind. Did you honestly think you could catch me, old-timer? Please! You couldn't even do that when you were in the force!" She cocked her rifle at him, a playful smirk on her face. "Eat my paintballs, Ronnie!" With that, she fired at will, covering the retired RCMP officer in red paint splatters.
As Ron panicked from getting paint in his eyes, Izzy tossed her gun aside and glomped Owen giving him a small kiss. "Sorry you got voted off, Owen-cakes. Izzy will have to give her team grief for that later."
"But I thought you wanted to be called E-Scope now?"
Izzy shrugged. "Meh. It's never really caught on."
"Oh." Owen hugged her and said, "Don't be too hard on 'em, Iz. They had to vote someone off. I understand."
"Aww, that's my big, snuggly Owen!" Izzy exclaimed, knawing on his ear like it was a gummy worm.
"Ooooh… Hubba hubba…"
With one last kiss, Izzy jumped into the water and swam back to the island, Ron's screams of pain ringing through the air.
Nooooo... :C
I'll miss you, Owen... You barely got to fart at all this season...
Next challenge will be very fun to write about. More sibling rivalry, awkwardness and maybe a bathroom joke or two… XP