AN: Hey guys, DarkShockBro here! Well, here's the second part of the second episode and what clocks in as my longest chapter ever! And, even better, the first person goes home! Will it be the same as before, or will things change early on? Find out right here right now! Enjoy!

The sick redhead turned to the camera and said, "Welcome back to Total Drama Letterama! If you are just joining us, the campers have been sorted into three teams of eight: Team Everest, Team Mongolia, and Team Savannah. This is their first challenge working together as a team, so we'll be sure to have some friendships and conflicts by the end of the episodes, yet hopefully we'll have more of the former and less of the latter."

The Hispanic girl continued, "Not only that, but Tyson's egg from the first episode contained a gold coin, so he's automatically safe from elimination for this challenge!"

With that Quana, turned to the guitarist, who was currently relaxing on the sand, and asked, "So, Tyson, how are you finding the competition thus far?"

Tyson smiled. "It's totally sweet, dudette. There's great sun and lots of cool people. And the best thing is I'll be able to stay for at least one more day! Sweet…"

The Hispanic girl cocked her head. "Which team do you think will win?"

The guitarist smiled. "I'm puttin' my money, if I had any, on Team Everest, 'cause they've got the pyro. Well, I'm gonna catch some Z's, 'K, dudes?"

Spider nodded, and then said, "Well, as Tyson implied, today's challenge is building a signal fire. But, who will win and who will lose? If you want to know the answer, keep your channels tuned in here!"

(Confessional: I'm on TV? Hi, Mom!)

Tyson: Being immune is pretty cool and all, but I'm kinda bored. I'd kinda have liked to have been in the challenge, but hey, at least I won't be the first boot.

Zed: (blushes) "Err… I don't know if I'm allowed to say this or not, but that blue haired girl is kinda purty."

On Team Everest, Lankston was the first to speak to his team. "OK, guys. This challenge couldn't be easier. All we have to do is make a signal fire. With my nigh endless intellect and Rheneas' lighter, we'll come in first with ease."

Imanda nodded. "Yeah, I can make fire too! I have a master badge in fire starting, so this should be pretty easy!"

Rheneas smirked as he played with his lighter. "And fun too! Let's burn, baby!"

The condescending one nodded. "Excellent. Now, everyone, get to work while I make sure the fire pit is correctly structured."

Donny narrowed his eyes. "Wait a second! You're going to do your share of the work too, or we'll vote you off if you lose, got it?"

After Max nodded in response to the short dude's claim, Lankston rolled his eyes and said, "You can't vote me off, I am irreplaceable! Furthermore, you do not intimidate me. But, if it will make you all rest easy at night, I'll help carry the wood. Still, do not expect much as I am kind of-"

Jill smirked. "Small? Puny? Short?"

The short dude clenched his fists. "What did you call me?!"

The sarcastic chick's eyes widened. "Whoa, dude, I was talking to him, not you."

Donny calmed down and blushed in embarrassment. "Oh… sorry."

To offset the growing awkwardness, Fripp stepped in and said, "I'll get some water for the fire, guys! Just like Gorrest Fump!"

The blockhead then skipped to the ocean shouting 'peas and carrots' every three seconds, causing Jill to facepalm and bluntly state, "Idiot."

And to offset that growing awkwardness, Nina gave a gigantic fart, causing the girl scout to waft the air and shout, "Yuck! You could easily get the 'survive skunk spray' page if you were a Chipmunk Scout!"

The messy girl grinned. "Ooh, that sounds like fun!"

The pyromaniac, while crouching besides the fire pit, said, "Just put some deodorant on, guys, we've got a challenge to win. Get me some wood, some flammable plants, some gasoline, ah hell, anything that'll create a massive inferno! I want stuff to burn, man!"

Fripp then ran back up with a dejected expression and wailed, "No! All the water went through my fingers! Now I'll never be like the Tooth Fairy!"

The sarcastic chick rolled her eyes. "You are a piece of work, you know that?"

The blockhead grinned. "I like pie!"

(Confessional: ...Do you really need me to say anything?)

Jill: (rolls her eyes) "Ugh, Fripp is like Patch minus the farting and obesity, so he's got my vote if we lose. Still, at least he's not a braggart like Lankston."

Max: I'm enjoying this challenge as much as a Red Dragon! ...You know, because Red Dragons like fire and, oh, screw it."

Fripp: (clears his throat) "Give it up for peas and carrots! Peas and carrots! Peas and c-" (gets punched out of the Confessional by Quarla.)

Alice was the first to speak to her group. "Alright, here's what we're going to do."

Bishop rolled his eyes. "Who put you in charge?"

The professional girl glared at the rich snob."I did. After all, I'm the only one who knows what I'm doing."

The rich snob shook his head. "Hmph. I'd rather not follow the leadership of a girl with lips bigger than Angelina Jolie and less money than Emma Watson."

Then, he picked up a piece of firewood and tossed it on the unlit fire. "There; I've done my part in this challenge."

After Alice promptly growled and pulled her hair, she glared at Bishop and scowled, "I'm in charge and your snob ass has no say in the matter!"

All of a sudden, Opal began laughing maniacally and shouted, "You have a lemon on your shirt! You're fruity! And sour! Hahaha!"

Zed scratched his head. "How can a person be like a fruit?"

Sasha shrugged and pocketed her DS. "It's a figure of speech, Zed."

Meanwhile, the professional girl took many deep breaths before calming down enough to say, "Look, we all want to win this challenge and avoid elimination, but the only way we are going to do that is to have me be the leader. After all, I know what's best for the team."

Eddie shrugged. "If you insist, I suppose. I don't believe anyone else wishes to take a role of leadership. So, I guess we should start by gathering firewood then, right?"

Alice perked up at this and said, in a commanding tone, "Exactly! OK, Eddie, Sasha and Kim, you guys can go and get the firewood. Zed, Opal and Cherry, you three get the flint. With me in charge, we're going to win, no doubt!"

Cherry grinned and saluted the professional girl. "Whatever you say, Captain Alice!"

The rich snob smirked. "You're going to fail, you know."

In response, Alice practically roared, "I never fail! Now get your ass moving or we'll vote you off if we lose!"

Bishop scratched his head with a rather mocking smirk. "Funny, I thought you said there was no way we wouldn't come first, Allison."

(Confessional: Objection!)

Alice: (scoffs) "Bishop thinks he's so special just because he's rich. Well, guess what, Mr. Fancy Pants? If you question my authority one more time, I'll make sure you lose and walk down that dock! And I won't feel sorry for you for one second! Hmph! (she storms out of the confessional with a pissed off expression)

Bishop: "While I loathe Alice due to the fact that she thinks she's better than me, what I did was mostly out of strategic. If she gets angry, she'll push everyone harder, which means we'll have a better chance of winning the challenge. However, if she don't win, then everyone will get pissed at her and vote her off. Essentially, everybody's a winner except Alice in this situation. And that's certainly fine by me. (smirks)

Cherry: Since Alice and Bishop went in here before me, this is alphabetical! Cool! You know, I wish the challenge today was to race dune buggies, 'cause I wanna go fast like Sonic! Oh well, hopefully there'll be a race challenge in the future because I want to burn some rubber! Oh, and regarding Alice, I guess today is sort of a test run for her leadership car. Let's see how she drives!

Kim: (sighs and shakes her head) "Tsk tsk, Alice. I thought you'd know how this game works a little better. Ah well, she'll self-destruct soon enough, so I'm not worried. What I am worried about, however, is that Indian Nigger. I've gotta find some way to break those two lovebirds apart… but what could it be?" (shrugs) "Gotta keep thinking, I guess. Ah well, I've got time."

Quarla was pacing before her teammates with a harsh scowl on her face. "Ok maggots, vermin, and Gordon! This is how it'll work! I am the strongest here and by extension, I am above you. If you don't agree with that, we're going to have some serious problems. So, we have a fire to build and we're going to make it blazing: got it?"

Everyone nodded, some in fear.

The aggressive girl nodded while keeping her scowl. "Each of us has something we can offer to this team, however stupid it may be. I'm the strongest and the most powerful, Winnie is, I guess cheerful, Gordon and Xyly have muscle and Helen, well, she isn't easily distracted. The rest of you are good elimination fodder if we lose. Especially you, germophobe!"

After Quarla shoved a finger into Paul's chest, he trembled, saluted,and stuttered out, "Y-Yes, m'aam!"

Quarla then rolled her eyes and punched Paul in the chest. "Hmph. You will address me as master, wimp. Now everybody get to work! I'll go and get some firewood, and somebody else can get the fire started or look for flint."

With that, the aggressive girl stormed off and Yannis helped Paul to his feet.

Helen rolled her eyes and droned, "Let's just go, I guess."

Subsequently, the germophobe dusted himself off and rubbed a healthy dose sanitizer where Quarla had punched him.

Then, Winnie looked at him with a look of pity in her eyes and said, "Are you OK, Paul? Gee, Quarla's being at mean to you as the dog across the street is to my kitties."

After Yannis nodded in response, Paul murmured, "I'm fine. Still, Quarla isn't very nice at all."

In a desperate attempt to kill the mood, Gordon laughed and slurred, Haw, haw, haw! You got beat up by a girl, ya wimpy wimp wimp!"

Ulric rolled his eyes, "Says the idiot who drinks ten times a day and can't even insult people correctly. And seriously, have ever heard of an invention called a recycling bin? This place looks like a washed up 'beach' in Vegas now!"

The drunkard then belched, hiccuped, and slurred, "Whatever. Heh, you look like an old man anyway, you stupid ginger."

The tough guy sighed. "You do realize that you've got red hair, right? Not me? Idiot?"

Gordon laughed as he downed another can. "That's what makes it funny!"

Yannis then stuck his tongue out and gave a 'crazy' gesture, causing Xyly to nod and say, Xyly agrees with Yannis. He's a few battle axes short of a Viking army."

(Confessional: And this is Olaf!)

Yannis: (He holds up a picture of Gordon and shakes his head).

Winnie: I hate alcohol! It tastes like a nasty, nasty hairball!

Quarla: (smirks) Heh, heh, heh. I was lucky to end up on a team with a good mix of strong competitors and elimination fodder. And, you know, I've got half a mind to get rid of the germaphobe. Ah, hell, I'll keep him. Harassing him is too much fun! (laughs maniacally)

Xyly: (rolls her eyes) Xyly thinks that Gordon should lay off on the booze. He's a bit too smashed as it is. Yeah, he has Xyly's vote if we lose.

Lankston, Jill and Fripp were gathering firewood to use on their signal fire. Jill was easily gathering a fair amount in an easy to carry stack while Fripp, who surprisingly figured out the proper way to get something from one place to another was carrying it, was carrying a bundle of sticks under his arm. Lankston, on the other hand, was holding a single stick.

The sarcastic chick rolled her eyes. "OK, Lankston, this may be a difficult concept for you to wrap your genius mind around, but I want you to bear with me. ...We're going to need more than one piece of firewood to light a giant signal fire."

The condescending one shrugged. "You're bigger than me. You can carry more."

Jill facepalmed. "It's a single. Freaking. Stick. Idiot."

Lankston rolled his eyes and picked up four more pieces of wood. "Fine. Still, I'm not as good at physical challenges as I will be at mental challenges, got that?"

Fripp then stared up into the sky and asked, "I wonder when we'll have our first challenge?"

Lankston facepalmed. "This is our first challenge, you idiot."

The blockhead then turned to the condescending one. "Aw, thanks! You're such a nice guy, Lanky!"

Lankston then screamed loudly into the sky.

(Confessional: Don't Fripp, now!)

Fripp: Hey, why don't I recite a poem for you?" (takes out a piece of paper and clears his throat) "P-"

Jill: (smirks) I don't get why Fripp hangs with Lankston, but, I must say, the results are quite humorous indeed.

Rheneas was setting the fire up to get his team an early lead over their opposition. As the pyromaniac started to get a fire going, Max walked over with some very dry seaweed and a few wooden sticks.

The uber-nerd then gave a nasally laugh and said, "Maybe you can burn these for multiple sixes of fire!"

Rheneas scratched his head. "Uh... thanks, I guess."

Then, the pyromaniac placed the seaweed and sticks around the growing flame, smirked, and shouted, "Burn, baby, burn! Woo! Now this is a first challenge!"

Nina then shoved some seaweed in her pants and said, "Ooh, watch this! I can make the fire bigger!"

Before Rheneas could ask her what she was doing, Nina bent over and farted on the fire which, true to her word, made it bigger.

The messy girl then grinned. "Stinky and smart!"

The pyromaniac then wafted the air, tossed two chunks of wood in the flame, and said, "Aw, man! You stink! Ever heard of soap?"

Nina then picked her nose and wailed, "Aww, but I love being smelly!"

With that, Max took a step away from Nina as Donny and Imanda ran up with more firewood and some flint.

Subsequently, the girl scout spoke up, "We found some flint! Now, we may already have a lighter but I could use it to help make the fire grow if you want. I've got a master badge 'fire making', you know!"

Rheneas smirked. "Hell yeah! Go for it, babe!"

Donny chuckled. "Wow, she actually mentioned a real badge. Amazing."

So, after Imanda got started working on the fire, Max left to look for some more firewood. Subsequently, Donny seemed about follow Max… before Nina walked in front of him.

The short dude cocked his head. "Need something, Nina?"

The messy girl grinned. "Could you tell me if my armpits stink, Donny?"

With that, she raised her arm to unleash an odor so putrid that Donny's face turned green and a bird fell out of the sky. In response, he gagged, "You're sick!" and ran off to puke somewhere.

Nina then giggled and shouted, "Time for a stinky drinky!" before taking out a bottle of what looked like toilet water and chugged it down.

(Confessional: Why?!)

Donny: (gets up) "Gah! Looks like I'm the first person to puke. But oh man, Nina may be nice … ish … but she smells worse than a swamp combined with an outhouse used by a guy with a terrible case of diarrhea! ...Oh, god, here I go agai-" (pukes)

Nina: (grins) I love outhouses … they smell like an adventure to me! (carelessly dunks her head in the toilet).

Max: I think we're doing well so far! With two people working on the fire who know what they're doing, I think we'll be able to avoid elimination this time! Totally high-technical!"

Kim, Eddie, and Sasha were walking side by side, looking for firewood. Sasha was currently engrossed in her game, so the dangerous flirt decided to take this time to bat her eyes at the detective and say, "You know, I bet you'd make a wonderful leader, Eddie."

Eddie smiled. "Ah, why, thank you, Kim. However, Alice volunteered first, and whether or not she will ;eadin the future depends on how good she does today, I suppose. Or we could simply just raise our hands to vote in the future as well."

The dangerous flirt narrowed her eyes and smiled. "Wow, you're very smart, aren't you?"

The detective blushed. "Eh heh, it's nothing, really."

Suddenly, he shook his head and asked, with a slight loss of composure, "W-Wait, a-are you flirting with me?"

Kim pretended to look embarrassed, complete with a blush and a sheepish scratching of her head before chirping, "Oh, I'm sorry! It's a force of habit, I guess. Guys back home tend to, you know, really like me and I try and be nice in return. It kinda makes me a bit dizzy, you know? But still, your hair is still, like, really cool, Eddie."

Eddie's blush returned and he said, "Oh, t-thanks! I've always enjoyed the quiff look… I'm a b-big fan of Elvis Presley, you know?"

However, before Kim could continue flirting with the somewhat flustered detective, Sasha yelled, "No! I died again? Really? Man, Weasel Tactics is hard!"

The detective then shook his head, turned to Sasha, and asked, "What's it about?"

The gamer girl then grinned and recited, "You play as a Weasel called Redmond and have to destroy the Green Talon Manticores crime empire with loads of badass weaponry. It's pretty good; but I'd say Fur Fighters is a little better."

With a nod from Eddie, the two began to talk about video games while collecting firewood and Kim was left to shake her head and growl away from the two.

(Confessional: ~Bang bang! He shot me down!~)

Kim: (angry) Damn. It. I had him… I freaking had him, and then that Indian Nigger ruined everything! Again! She is so much the bane of my existence, it's not even funny. Believe me, I'd love nothing more than having another pawn, and I'd also love to hurt her in some way." (sighs) "Ugh, there's gotta be something I can do! Why can't I figure anything out?!" (takes a few deep breaths) "Stay calm, Kim. You flustered him a little, and you already have two early pawns. You're doing well so far. Just keep going…"

Sasha: (scratches her head) "Kim kinda gives me that sort of 'Warning: Enemy Approaching' kind of feeling, but I'm sure she's nothing like that! Jeez, what the heck am I thinking? It's only day two and I'm already going cuckoo! ...Game time!" (She then resumes play on her DS).

Eddie: (breathes a sigh of relief) "I am rather glad Sasha yelled there when she did. I truly did not want to embarrass myself in front of her and Kim, and I feel far more comfortable talking with Sasha regardless. Speaking of which, I think that it was a stroke of pure luck to be on the same team as Sasha, being that we already know each other and all. Hmm… I wonder what would happen if we were the final two? That would be rather interesting."

Cherry, Opal, and Zed were walking around the beach before Opal randomly yelled, "I like balloons! They all float!"

Zed chuckled. "You're pretty funny, Opal. Also, are you a natural bluehead or is it dyed?"

The crazy Chinese girl grinned. "I dyed it, because you gotta have blue hair!"

The farmer scratched his head. "Do I? I didn't realize that was a requirement nowadays. I apologize for breaking the rules."

Cherry giggled. "Heh, it's a figure of speech, Zed. Say, how often have you gone to the city?"

Zed cocked his head. "I reckon I've never been before. What's it like?"

Opal giggled, "More fun than barrel full of monkey wrenches! Hahahaha!"

A few seconds later, the racer girl grinned and said, "Bingo Wingo! I found the flint. I guess we should return back to our fire."

The crazy Chinese girl then shouted, "I'm afraid the mouse is smack!"

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Opal finished, "Dab in the middle of enemy territory!"

"What do you mean, Opal?" Asked Zed.

Opal then continued laughing and chirped, "We've stumbled into the territory of the mouse-shaped crayons! Retreat!"

Cherry then scratched her head. "Well, that happened."

Zed then smiled and added, "I didn't know crayons could be shaped like mice. Boy, I'm learning a lot of things and it's only my second day here!"

(Confessional: ...Yeah, stay in school, kiddies.)

Zed: (smiles) "Heh, maybe if I listen to more of what Opal says, I'll start to understand the world outside my family's farm. That'd be mighty nice."

Opal: (She lifts up her skirt revealing her purple and green spotted panties) "Panty shot! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Alice was getting the fire going while Bishop was gathering the nearby firewood and complaining. The professional girl then whined, "This isn't fair! How can Team Everest be ahead of us? This team has me, so we should have a titanic lead!"

The rich snob rolled his eyes. "Ego much?"

Alice then replied, "Don't be hypocritical, you idiot. Your ego is bigger than mine by far. And I mean far."

Bishop's reply was calm. "Well, unlike you, I am filthy rich, so my ego is justified."

The profesional girl pouted and spat, "Oh, shut up!"

In response, the rich snob rolled his eyes and responded, "Ooo, scary. Hey, hang on, here comes the rest of the white trash team."

Zed walked up to Alice holding the flint, and after dropping it before her, he said, "Here's the flint you wanted m'lady."

In response, Alice immediately began working on the fire without even saying thank you. A few seconds later, Eddie, Sasha and Kim deposited their wood and also didn't receive any thanks. Instead, the professional girl ordered, "OK, everyone! Go get more wood and components for the fire."

In response, the gamer girl rolled her eyes and muttered, "You could say thank you."

Alice shrugged. "You helped me, and that's a reward in itself."

Bishop then dusted off his expensive shirt and replied, "Actually, that does require a thank you. I do not care for the way you treat the others."

The professional girl rolled her eyes. "Yeah, like you care. You hate poor people."

The rich snob nodded. "Possibly, but you whined about not finishing in first place yesterday, so there's that."

Alice then scowled, took a deep breath, and reluctantly spat, "OK, thank you. Now go and get some more wood, alright?"

A few of the others frowned, but, nonetheless, they left to get more wood.

(Confessional: Like a bawss!)

Cherry: Alice is bossy. Yeah, I don't need to say anymore.

Opal: Alice is arrogant, a word derived from arrow which was invented by Robin who, as we all know, came from da hood!" (stops for a second) "Uh ...poodles!"

Alice: (shrugs) Honestly, I'm just doing what's best for the team. I don't want my team mates dragging me down. Besides, I'm the only reason we even have a chance in this challenge in the first place.

Bishop: (smirks) "If I had a dollar every time Alice acts conceited or bossy, I would be even richer!"

Helen and Quarla were walking side by side, and the anti-fun girl was the first to speak. "I hate fire. It moves far too quickly."

The aggressive girl, on the other hand, smirked and added, "Fun isn't always bad, you know. Like beating the crap out of somebody weaker than you. Now that's fun! Besides, weak people are just footstools for people like me, and their screaming is hysterical."

Helen rolled her eyes. "Screaming is too loud for me."

Quarla cocked her head. "Doughnuts?"

"Too sticky."

"Soccer?"

"Too kicky."

The aggressive girl groaned. "Seriously?! What the hell do you like then?"

The anti-fun girl then droned, "Cardboard boxes, beige and life being as wonderfully boring as possible. Yay."

Quarla shook her head. "Man, you are dull! Geez! Well, at least you aren't weak and you probably won't piss me off, so whatever.

Helen nodded. "Thank you."

The aggressive girl groaned. "Oh, what now?!"

The anti-fun girl droned. "You called me dull. Thank you."

(Confessional: I think I'm nodding… o-)

Quarla: Ugh, part of me wants to punch Helen in her stupid, boring face, and yet, the other part of me wonders if she'll vote the way I want her too. Eh, I can always threaten her, I guess. That should work.

Helen: You know, I could be a champion at poker because of my poker face. But no. It's far too exc-

Ulric and Paul were standing by their team's fire, and the tough guy was watching the germophobe spray the firewood with his usual germ-busting cleaner. After a few seconds, he rolled his eyes droned, "Paul, dude, you don't have to spray the firewood. Seriously."

The germophobe nodded and reasoned, "I know, but I want the wood nice and clean so germs aren't sent into the atmosphere… and into me!"

Ulric shrugged. "Hey, whatever makes you happy, I guess."

The tough guy then turned to the fire and said, "Good job, Xyly! Keep that fire blazin'!"

The viking girl nodded and said, "Xyly thinks she is doing well! But Xyly will need more wood soon, OK?"

After the viking girl took out a battle axe and swung it down onto one of the remaining logs of wood, Ulric said, "Don't worry; Winnie and Yannis went to look for firewood and Helen and Quarla should be back soon. And unlike someone on this team, they put their effort into things besides booze!"

As if to hammer in the point, the tough guy and the viking girl glared at Gordon who was, as per usual, getting wasted. And once the drunkard saw the two glaring at him, he slurred, "Aw, shut your traps, ya dicks! Ya wanna fight? Yeah, come over here, I dare you!"

Ulric facepalmed. "Seriously, dude? You haven't stopped drinking beer since the challenge started! You'd better hope we win, else you're getting the boot, no doubt."

After the drunkard threw a can of beer at the tough guy, Ulric rolled his eyes and droned, "Wow, that was so painful. I think a part of my soul just died all because of you. You monster."

At that point, Paul cocked his head and suggested, Why don't we use some of the beer on the fire? It's flammable, right? And in this challenge, we can use anything on our person, so why the heck not?"

The viking girl nodded. "Xyly thinks Paul has a good point."

However, the drunkard had other ideas as he slurred, "No way, you stupid Mexicans! It's my beer! I brought it, so I'll drink it, ya stupid… stupids!"

(Confessional: I don't always drink beer, but when I do… I sure as #$^& don't share it!)

Tyson: (sighs) "You know, looking at the teams, I can't help but notice some real negative energy. Man, that just ain't cool. Why can't we all just get along? (starts playing a relaxing tune on his guitar

Gordon: (clearly drunk) "Yeah, that's right! My teammates can kiss my big, fat beer belly!"

Ulric: (hangs his head, clearly distraught)

Winnie and Yannis were walking side by side in their journey to pick up firewood. The cat lover, naturally, was the first to talk. "You're a really good listener, Yannis! Most people get a little mad when I talk about my kitties… and some even say they are the scum of the earth! That's not very nice!"

In response, the silent dude put a hand on Winnie's shoulder and smiled, allowing Winnie to calm down and ask,."Thanks. So, what's your favorite animal?"

Yannis wrote something down on in his notebook and showed Winnie, allowing her to say, "Chameleons, huh? You know, I always found it cool how they change colors! I wonder what would happen when they go in front of a rainbow?"

The silent dude smiled as he picked up some more firewood and pointed back the way they had come from.

The cat lover then nodded. "Oh yeah! Let's get the firewood back to our team!"

After a few seconds of walking, Winnie sighed and asked, "Hey, Yannis… I hope this isn't an offensive question, but what's it like being mute? It must be really hard, right?"

The silent wrote something down and passed it to Winnie, allowing her to read, 'It's just a mild inconvenience, nothing too big? Wow, really? I'm shocked that you're optimistic, honestly. Why, if I was mute I'd never be able to talk to my kitties, and that would be horrible! But, how come you can't talk? I don't know how it really happens, so I'm really sorry if it's a stupid question!"

Yannis smiled, waved, and wrote something else down. allowing Winnie to say,

Your vocal cords never developed? Huh. Somehow, I think Uzuri would say something spooky like that."

The silent dude then nodded and smiled.

(Confessional: ~They're creepy and they're kooky!~)

Yannis: (holds up a piece of paper that says 'Winnie = Friend').

Winnie: (smiles) You know; Yannis really gets along well in the world despite the fact he can't talk! That's so cool! Wow, I'm glad he's my friend.

Tyson: All I really have to do today besides sit around and relax is use this confessional, so I'm sorry if it seems like I'm hogging the spotlight, dudes. You know, I'd like to be on a team soon because these challenges seem totally awesome. I wonder if there will be a talent show challenge like in the original Island? I bet I could play my guitar and sing a bit, even though but thinking of lyrics sometimes takes a while." (shrugs) "Eh, whatevs."

Lankston walked up to his team's fire pit, dropped the logs, and groaned, "Is this enough firewood? Because I'd really like to sit down, guys."

Rheneas shrugged. "Sure; I think we've got enough now."

Then, the pyromaniac sighed, "Still, do you have to be so sarcastic and whiny about everything, dude?"

The condescending one shrugged. "Whatever. My biting sarcasm it my weapon against life. Besides, I think we'll win this challenge regardless, as our fire is passable."

Imanda scratched her head. "Passable? Surely you can use a more positive word than that, right?"

Fripp then looked up into the clouds with his tongue out and asked, "What does that mean?"

Lankston sighed. "It means average or only just enough. I'm just saying it could be better. After all, there is always room for improvement. Still, perhaps if I do something else, our fire could be perfect.."

Donny rolled his eyes. "Dude, you're about as perfect as that Ebony character from My Immortal. And plus, your attitude is starting to piss me off."

Jill nodded. "Yeah. You're just a little full of yourself, Lankston."

The blockhead then pouted. "Hey, leave Lanky alone!"

The condescending one facepalmed. "Ugh, you're so stupid. It's Lankston! Not Lanky! Seriously, do you even have a brain, Fripp?!"

The girl scout shrugged. "Hey, at least we've probably done enough to come second."

Max then stepped in and added, "Nah, we'll come in first! After all, we're going to complete this challenge faster than how quick it is to kill a Goblin in D&D."

Lankston nodded. "First place would be nice. And hey, at least I've actually done something. All Nina did was get messy. Really messy."

After the condescending one gestured to the messy girl who was rubbing her head with a mud covered sea sponge, he bragged, "I could get her to take a bath, you know."

Nina pouted and responded, "No, you won't!"

Lankston rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up, Pinkie Pie."

The sarcastic girl smirked. "So, someone's a brony, is he?"

The condescending one responded by turning his head away from the others and blushing.

(Confessional: You say that as if it's a bad thing.)

Lankston: (grumbling) "I'm allowed a guilty pleasure, OK? Piss off!"

Jill: (snickers) "Man, he just walked right into that one."

Fripp: "I like trai-" (punched out of the confessional)

Donny: (laughing) "Man, for a guy who thinks he's so much better than everyone else, he's kinda stupid for admitting something like that on international television! I mean, seriously, what guy watches something that stupid and girly?!" (stops for a second) "...Don't answer that."

Rheneas: (shrugs) "Eh, I don't watch that show, but I'm not gonna hate someone for their preferences in cartoons. As for me, I prefer Sonic Satam. It was a cool yet kinda dark old school show, and I remember one of my friends having a Genesis, so I've always been a big Sonic fan."

After taking a glance over at the fire of another team, Alice ordered, "Dang it! Team Everest's fire is bigger than ours! Keep working, everyone!"

Opal then jumped up and down and shouted, "Ooh, let's call the Ghostbusters!"

The professional girl facepalmed. "Idiot. Guys, we've gotta get first place!"

Zed shrugged. "I reckon second place is good enough to avoid elimination."

Alice rolled her eyes. "Hmph. A hick wouldn't understand the importance of victory."

Bishop then said, "Finally, something we agree on."

The professional girl smirked. "Say, maybe we could burn some of your money to make the fire bigger."

The rich snob narrowed his eyes. "That's illegal. And I'd sooner give you my well-earned cash then let you toss it into the fire. Then again, those two actions are essentially the same thing."

Before Alice could blow her fuse, Sasha spoke up. "I personally don't mind second place. I may like the arcade in the Champions Cabin, but as long as we avoid elimination, it's all good."

At that point, the professional girl blew her fuse and whined, "But I wanna come first!"

Cherry then tossed a log onto the fire and grinned, "Just like me when I'm in a race!"

Eddie then noted, "Hmm… I think our fire is a little better than Team Savannah's. However, the size of the fire is not the only deciding factor. The overall quality of the flame is far more important, in my opinion."

Kim nodded and winked at the detective before saying, "Yeah, Eddie's right."

Alice rolled her eyes. "Flirt."

The dangerous flirt widened her eyes, blushed, and said, "Oh, I'm really sorry… it's just a habit of mine."

Bishop shrugged and put on a smile. "I don't mind. You are quite a pretty young lady, Kim."

Kim's blush deepened as she scratched her head and said, "Aww, thanks, Bishop."

Then, Opal sat next to Zed and quickly asked, "Do you like 紫皂?"

The farmer cocked his head. "What do you mean?"

The crazy Chinese girl then laughed, "I dunno, what did you mean? Hahahahahaha!"

Zed scratched his head and muttered, "Err… OK!" right before Opal started imitating a dog, barks and all.

(Confessional: All bark and no bite!)

Alice: Most of my teammates are idiots, but Opal is just plain annoying. She's like Izzy only somehow even worse! How is that possible?!

Kim: (smirks) Man, Bishop is still as materialistic as ever. But hey, a pawn's a pawn! And I'm sure I can get him under my thumb with ease thanks to these puppies." (plays with her breasts a little and giggles.) "Still… I'm not sure how I could use Gordon to my advantage. I mean, he's just a drunken pervert." (shrugs) "Eh, I'm sure I'll come up with something."

Zed: I don't get get Opal. I mean, she seems rather friendly, but boy howdy does she do some odd things.

Opal: (has a sock in her mouth)

Bishop: Kim may be non poor white trash, but she's pretty." (blushes and smiles) "OK, she's very pretty. And that's enough for me."

The viking girl was working on the fire, and after a few seconds, she shouted, "Xyly needs more wood, Ulric!"

The tough guy nodded as Quarla and Helen returned with armfuls of firewood. Once they dropped them in the fire, he said, "Excellent work, girls."

The anti-fun girl rolled her eyes. "The word excellent shouldn't exist; it's far too exc-"

Before Helen could finish her thought, the aggressive girl stomped up to the tough guy and shouted, "Shut the hell up! You aren't the leader, wise guy!"

Ulric shrugged. "I was just taking over in your absence, Quarla. The fire is doing pretty good so far. Still, Gordon won't do anything besides drink his beer and Paul won't touch a log until it's been cleaned."

Quarla then snarled, "Really?! Hey, germophobe! You're dead!"

She then dropped the logs, went up to the germophobe, and punched him in the back before growling, "That's for being useless! Thanks to you, we're behind Team Everest!"

Paul coughed, but nonetheless responded, "But they've got Rheneas so that's to be expec-agh!."

In response, Quarla punched the germaphobe in the back again. "Don't you dare talk back to me!"

Ulric then narrowed his eyes and said, "Hey, leave Paul alone. He's been doing a lot more for the team than Gordon!"

As if on cue, the drunkard guffawed, "Haw Haw! Paul got beaten by a girl!"

The tough guy sighed. "I rest my case."

A second or two later, Winnie and Yannis walked up with some firewood and put it down by the fire. Then, Winnie chirped, "Good job, everyone! Er… well, almost everyone."

The drunkard growled, "Ah, shut up, fairy princess!"

"Sorry. But, well, you aren't exactly helping."

Gordon slurred, "Not you, babe, I meant that guy!"

After seeing Gordon had pointed to Yannis, Winnie pouted and said, "Hey, Yannis can't speak, OK?.

The drunkard began laughing, "I know! That's why he'd never be able to survive his first hangover! Haw Haw!"

After Yannis rolled his eyes and flipped Gordon the bird, causing the tough guy to grin and shout, "Burn! Great job, Yannis, you don't need words to stick it to an asshole!"

This didn't seem to impact the drunkard, as he just belched drunkenly, swayed a little, and slurred, "Shut up, blurry person!"

Helen then rolled her eyes. "Beer is too exciting; I prefer water."

Winnie grinned. "Ooh, I like pear juice! And my cats like milk!"

The anti-fun girl sighed. "Go away."

(Confessional: What's wrong with Sprite?)

Helen: (rolls her eyes) "Ugh, Winnie is annoying. She is far too happy. She is living proof of how dangerous fun can be and why it should be made ille-".

Winnie: (pouts) "Helen's a bit of a stick in the mud."

Paul: (shudders) "Q-Quarla scares me a little…"

As the teams continued working on their signal fires, Spider, Quana, and Tyson looked at their progress from a distance. Then, the sick redhead said, "Their time is nearly up."

Then Hispanic girl nodded. "Yeah. I wonder who's going to lose? I hope nobody sweet and nice will be voted off. Still, we're not the ones judging. Then again, that's probably for the best. No potential bias."

The guitarist cocked his head. "Who is the judge going to be, dude and dudette?"

Quana smiled. "You'll have to wait and see! he'll be here soon, I think I heard him… oh! Never mind, my bad!"

Tyson nodded. "Ah, so it's a dude. That's cool."

Spider then asked, "Yup. So, which team would you like to be on, Tyson?"

The guitarist shrugged. "I don't really mind; but Quarla seems kind uncool and Bishop just seems a little mean, but I'm sure I'll be fine with any of the teams, dude."

After a nod, the sick redhead looked at his watch and exclaimed, "Ah, it looks like it's time up!"

He took out an air horn and pressed the button, which created a loud, obnoxious sound. Then, Spider announced, "Alright, time's up everybody! Step away from your fires! Time to see who's won and who's voting somebody off!"

Jill then rolled her eyes and asked, in a deadpan voice, "Wonderful. So, who's the judge? Santa Claus?"

Fripp grinned. "No way, silly! It's gotta be Gorrest Fump!"

After scratching her head, the Hispanic girl explained, "No, it's a fan favorite from last season. He's also a good friend of Spider and I. Please welcome: Barney!"

At that moment, a blond haired boy with a black hat and a black shirt, both with skulls on them, jumped down from a nearby tree and took a bow.

He then chirped, "Yaaaar! Welcome everybody! You've been making some mighty fine signal fires, me hearties."

Alice rolled her eyes. "Quit the pirate accent. It's obnoxious."

Kim also rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath, "Way to pick the guy who hooked you two up as the first judge, asswipes. That's clearly not biased at all…"

The pirate ignored the two ladies and continued, "I shall be judging who won and who will be walking the plank tonight, savvy?"

With that, he walked over to Team Everest's fire, which was the biggest and was clearly blazing with a good deal of intensity. After a quick inspection, he nodded and said, "This fire has lots of height and intensity, yaaar. Well done, Team Everest. But don't be relieved yet, Team Everest, as I still have to check the other fires, savvy?"

(Confessional: No, you idiot! Talk Like a Pirate Day was last week!)

Nina: We're doing great! I'm so happy I feel like drinking toilet water!

Kim: (sighs) "OK, seriously, this is really starting to piss me off. I'm surprised it took this long. But Dickless and his Hispanic Horse of a 'girlfriend' over there are not qualified to be hosts. They have more bias than any politician, and they treat this gig like a party while we have to take part in all of these challenges! I mean, OK, I'm not a big fan of Jeff Probst or Chris, for that matter, but they at least knew how to host!" (growls) "...And don't get me started on them making out and calling each other pet names in front of us! Yeah, way to rub your 'love' in everyone's faces, you dicks! It's not like some people could get mad at your ill-timed, conceited, and lovestruck babbling!" (takes a deep breath) "OK, I'm glad I got that off my chest. Hopefully now I won't get too pissed at them anymore." (laughs bitterly) "Yeah, right, that's impossible. After what they took part in…"

Barney then walked over to Team Savannah's signal fire and after taking a look at it, he said, "Not bad me hearties. Not bad, indeed. But, I apologize, but I think Team Everest did a wee bit better, yaaaar. Well, Team Everest is definitely safe, but now it all lies on Team Mongolia's fire."

Team Everest cheered while Team Savannah and Team Mongolia looked a little nervous. Then, the pirate went over to the signal fire that Team Mongolia had made, and after a whole minute of silent analyzation, Barney stated, "I have reached a decision. Some of you may be unhappy, and that is understandable, yaaar, but I have decided that…

"Team Mongolia takes second place! Yaaar."

Team Mongolia cheered while Team Savannah looked disappointed. However, Gordon was livid as he slurred, You stupid fairy pirate! I oughta knock your lights out!"

The pirate shrugged. "I was as fair as possible, me harty. I was very fair, yaaar."

With that, Spider stepped up and said, "And there we have it! Team Everest; you guys win and will be spending tonight in the Champions Cabin!"

Rheneas fist pumped and shouted, "Woohoo! That's what I'm talkin' about, guys!"

Lankston then smiled and nodded. "Yes, that's much better."

With that, Spider continued. "Team Mongolia; you didn't win but you didn't lose either. So, you'll be staying in the Middle Place Cabin for tonight."

Alice then whined, "What?! But we deserved first place!"

Sasha shrugged. "Well, we still avoided elimination, so I'd say we did fine."

The sick redhead then bit his lip and said, "And, Team Savannah, I'm afraid you guys are today's losing team, so you'll be attending the first Bonfire Ceremony tonight. And… after the ceremony you'll be sleeping in the Loser Cabin. Sorry."

Quana then nodded and said, "Until then you are all free to go about your business and chill out."

(Confessional: And there was no rejoicing.)

Kim: (sighs) "I get the feeling Gordon is going to be voted out tonight, so that's one potential pawn down the toilet. What to do…" (thinks) "Hmm… he was always a bit of a perv. Can I use that to my adva- ah ha!" (smirks and giggles) "Oh boy, you guys at home are going to love this." (winks and plays with her hair) "Watch and learn how this game is played."

The dangerous flirt walked up to Gordon, who was currently downing his thirtieth can of beer, and played with her hair a little before saying, "Hi, Gordon!"

The drunkard then turned his head and leered at Kim. "Boobies! Oh, uh, I mean, hey!"

Kim frowned a little, but nonetheless continued. "You know… you really did help me yesterday on that Easter Egg challenge, and I never got to return the favor, did I?"

Gordon grinned. "No, you didn't!"

The dangerous flirt bit her lip and blushed. "Well, you see… I've heard that you may be voted off today. And I'd hate to see that. But, I've heard from Sasha that she kinda likes you, but she's a bit too shy to tell you. And since she's a… good friend of mine, I figure I may as well tell you in her place."

The drunkard's eyes widened. "Really? Ah, sweet! I'm goin' over and gettin' a piece of that ass right now!"

Before Kim could speak, Gordon had already ran off. And when she was sure he couldn't hear her, she smirked and muttered, "Perfect. That was even easier than I thought."

(Confessional: Uh oh.)

Gordon: (slurring) "Sasha, I'm comin' for ya. Gimme… some o' dat…"

Eddie and Sasha were talking and walking together in the forest and their conversation, naturally, revolved around video games.

The detective was the first to speak. "I certainly hope they localize Ace Attorney: Investigations 2. I saw the previews on YouTube about a week ago, and they looked fantastic."

The gamer girl nodded without looking up from her DS. "I'm glad to hear that! I've never been much of an Ace Attorney fan, so tell me, why do you like it so much? ...Beyond your interest in mysteries, of course."

Eddie chuckled. "Well, the games are humorous, packed with references, and tell pretty epic stories with lots of over-the-top moments. It's a gem of a series even if you aren't into mysteries, believe me."

Sasha smiled. "Cool! Maybe I'll buy it when I get ba-ah!"

At that moment, the gamer girl noticed that her butt was getting squeezed, and quickly turned to Eddie with an angry expression. "Eddie!"

The detective got nervous. "W-What?! It wasn't me!"

Before Sasha could ask who it was, she turned around to see a leering Gordon which made her scream and run away in fear.

In response, the drunkard shouted, "Hey, c'mere, Sasha! Let me keep goin'!" and then began chasing after her.

Eddie then took a deep breath and shouted, "Come back here, Gordon!"

And thus, all three of them went on a goose chase until Sasha bumped into Imanda, who was currently with… the majority of Team Savannah. And they happened to see the drunkard grope the gamer girl's butt again.

Once Gordon was met with a bunch of angry glares from his teammates, he stepped back and slurred, "Ah, shut up! You would've done the same!"

Most of his teammates responded in turn with shaking their heads, and Yannis even flipped Gordon off. Again.

Afterwards, Sasha crawled up to Eddie and said, "Sorry, Eddie… but I'd like to get a little rest. That kinda tired me out."

The detective nodded, but made sure to ask, "Are you sure you're alright, Sasha? I apologize for not stopping him sooner."

The gamer girl sighed. "It's fine. It's not your fault, by any means. I just need to calm down now, if that's alright."

Eddie nodded. "Perfectly understandable. And he's probably going to get voted off today anyways, so you won't need to worry about him anymore."

Sasha smiled. "Thanks, Eddie. Well, have a good rest of the night."

With that, the gamer girl and the detective walked in separate directions to ponder the weight regarding what just happened. A few minutes later, Eddie heard a feminine voice shouting "Eddie, are you alright?"

The detective turned around to see Kim walking towards him, causing him to blush and say, "Ah, K-Kim! Oh yes, I'm fine. ...I'm just worried about Sasha."

The dangerous flirt bit her lip. "Oh yeah… that must've been rough. Some guys just don't know how to treat a lady, you know?"

She then batted her eyes. "Unlike you, I'm sure."

Eddie blushed and scratched his head. "Oh, h-heh heh, I can't say that for sure, I'm afraid…"

Kim smiled and leaned forward a little. "Nah, you're a sweet guy, Eddie. I'm sure you wouldn't hurt a fly."

The detective became a bit more flustered. "Oh, r-really? Y-You think so? Heh, well, I do try."

He then sighed. "Ugh, I'm sorry, Kim… but I just can't help but worry about Sasha."

The dangerous flirt was a tad blunt with her next statement: "She's fine, Eddie."

Eddie took note of this and then cocked his head at Kim. "I'm sorry… b-but are you sure?"

Suddenly, Kim realized her error, and then quickly improvised by saying, "Oh, no! I'm really sorry, Eddie, but I really need to go to the bathroom. It's been fun talking with you, handsome!"

With that, the dangerous flirt blew a kiss at the nervous detective and ran off.

(Confessional: Oops.)

Kim: (enraged) "Are you *bleep*ing kidding me?! How did I *bleep* that up? This was so easy for me, so why can't I manipulate Eddie?! Heck, I almost had him again!" (comes to a realization… and gets even more pissed) "Her… that Indian Nigger… I'm going to *bleep*ing destroy her! She's the bane of my existence! Everything she does serves to spite the *bleep* out of me, and I'm going to make sure I slowly tear her apart until nothing remains of her battered, broken soul!" (leans back, puts both of her hands over her mouth, and takes a huge deep breath) "Oh my goodness… I just lost it for a second! Wow, I'm so glad they have these. I… just trust me, all of this isn't the only reason why I can't stand her. I do have my reasons, believe it or not. ...Wow, I really needed to blow off some steam… thank goodness I could. Jeez..." (takes a deep breath and walks out)

Eddie: (thinks) "Hmm… that was very interesting." (blushes) "I'm s-shocked that Kim is paying attention to me at all, all things considered. T-There's no way I'm even close to being in her league. But the thing that intrigued me was that little slip. Kim appeared to be a little blunt after I brought up Sasha. Could she be angry at her? Or is she…" (laughs) "Nah, that's ridiculous! There's no way she's actually interested in me. ...But still, I get the feeling that there's more to her than meets the eye. And, well… I already know Sasha, so perhaps investigating the mystery of Kim may be worth my while." (after a few seconds, he smiles and confidently declares) "Yes, as of now, I'm on the case!"

After the whole incident with Gordon, the team seemed a bit more confident in deciding who to vote off, and soon enough, they all lined in front of the confessional.

(Confessional: Here we go.)

Quarla: God *bleep*ing dammit! How could we lose? Oh, wait, I know why! That wimpy germophobe didn't pull his weight! So he's going home, period. Gordon's a dick, but at least he's kind of strong.

Ulric: I vote for Gordon. Not only did he essentially keep us from winning, but also that whole incident with Sasha… unforgivable. Kick his ass to the curb and be done with it.

Gordon: (downs a can of booze in one gulp). Stupid pirate, he made us lose! Well, I vote for Paul. Man keeps getting beaten up by a girl! Haw haw haw!"

Yannis: (looks somewhat angry and holds up a piece of paper with 'Gordon' written on it and the word 'JERK' underneath that.)

That night, when the sun had set and the moon was in the sky, the eight members of Team Savannah were sitting on stumps around the Bonfire Ceremony area. A few seconds later, Barney and Tyson walked in, the former carrying a tray of what looked like alphabet letters wrapped in gold tin foil.

Winnie then cocked her head. "Say, where are Spider and Quana?"

The pirate grinned. "Why, they're making out, me hearty! For this season, I'll be handling the elimination ceremonies, yaaar!"

Paul then added,. "Cool. So, no marshmellows, huh?"

Barney nodded. "That's right! This season we've got something new: golden letterrrrrrrrz! They're still edible; they're just tasty letter shaped solid chocolate wrapped in golden foil, yarrrr!"

Tyson smiled. "Mmm mmm good."

Helen rolled her eyes. "Can we hurry this up? The suspense is way too exciting."

The pirate nodded. "Very well, yaaar. I have before me a tray of seven golden letters, but there are eight of you, savvy? Somebody will not get a golden letter, and that person will be eliminated and have to walk the plank! OK, it 'tis the dock of shame, but it be the same nonetheless, yarrr!"

After a moment of silence, Barney said, "The first golden letterrrr goes to Ulric."

"Nice." Grinned Ulric as he got up to collect his golden letter.

The pirate continued by saying, "Winnie, Helen, Yannis, Quarla, Xyly, you five scurvy dogs live to play another day too! Yarrr...

With that, Barney picked up the last golden letter, a letter F to be precise, held it up for Paul and Gordon to see before saying, "Gordon and Paul: this be the very last golden letter, yaaaar! One of you got the most votes, so which one of ye scurvy dogs will walk the plank today?!"

In response, Paul was shaking nervously while Gordon just looked at the letter with a beer can in hand and an unintelligent look on his face. After a few seconds, the pirate answered his own question by saying, "It be Gordon! The final golden letter goes to Paul, yarrr!"

In response, the germophobe sighed in relief while the drunkard looked furious, and after Barney handed Paul his letter, Gordon slurred, "I demand a *bleep*ing recount!"

Suddenly Gordon swayed and dropped to the ground, signifying that he had passed out. In response, the pirate said, "Chef Hatchet, get the scallywag out of here, yaaar."

In response, the burly chef walked up and dragged Gordon away to the Dock of Shame and tossed him onto the boat of losers. Then, the chef got on the boat and it drove off into the night.

Then, Barney said, "Ye scurvy dogs are down to seven now, yaaar. But that will change soon, me maties!"

Xyly cocked her head. "What do you mean?"

The pirate grinned. "As of right now, Tyson is a member of Team Savannah. Welcome aboard, me matey!"

In response, Tyson nodded, looked over his new teammates, and said, "Hey dudes."

(Confessional: Inebri-out-ed!)

Tyson: So I'm on Team Savannah, huh? That's cool; they seem like a pretty good team. Maybe I can start to enjoy myself more now that I can compete in the challenges. Yeah, this'll be totally awesome.

Quarla: (growling) That wimpy germophobe may have scraped through this time, but I'll make him truly wish he hadn't.

And thus, Spider and Quana stood on the dock of shame a short while after the Bonfire Ceremony. The sick redhead was the first to speak. "And that's the first elimination of the season! Gordon is gone and Team Savannah now has Tyson."

Quana then cocked her head and asked, "Conflicts and friendships are arising, but who's going to come out on top?"

Spider smiled. "One thing is for certain, we have a big season ahead of us! But who will be the second person voted off? What will the next challenge be? And will Barney ever stop advertising our love life on international television?"

The pirate seemed to respond in turn by yelling, "Never!"

Then, with a laugh, the Hispanic girl closed it all out by announcing, "Well, even with that one question answered, find out next time on Total Drama Letterama!"