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The Kobold Necromancer's Warning - I know most of you wonder why people voted for someone or another, so I'm included that. Sorry for the delay.
And also, my country is another year older. Hooray!
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Chapter 8 - The Bus of Defeat's New Driver.
(Team 6 - Mandy, Tyler, Hannah, Howard, Jasmine, Lindsay; small bus)
Mandy saw her life flash before her eyes when that cliff started to break: drawing pentagrams on the wall, her first prayer to the Old Gods, getting an 'F' in English for her essay on Cthulhu, yelling at the teacher who gave her that 'F', buying her sacrificial dagger on the internet.
When she began to fall, something grasped her wrist. Mandy dangled there, looking down at what was probably thousands of feet. She wondered why she had stopped falling; maybe some higher power was making her death take exceptional long?
"Give...," a voice from above strained to say, "give me your other hand!"
"But," she whimpered, her eyes fixated on the long way down, "I'm not ready to cut those off in the name of the Old Go-"
"Mandy," the voice shouted, snapping her out of it, "hurry!"
The platinum-haired girl swallowed, and reached up with her other hand. When that hand was grasped to, Mandy struggled with her feet to climb up the side of the cliff. Sweat ran down her forehead, and she cursed underneath her breath.
The person who was pulling up Mandy was strong, and the cultist wasn't a large girl to begin with. Soon, she was up on the cliff, her feet touching solid ground.
Mandy put a little too much effort in her struggle, and her feet continued to move when she was on the ground. This caused her to knock over her savior, falling down on top of her. Panting, she lay on that person, still not sure who it was.
Through long breaths, she managed to mutter, "Thank... you."
"No problem," came the voice of the last person Mandy suspected.
"Y... you?!" she gasped, staring down at Hannah.
"Me."
"But... but..."
"HEY! You two!"
The two looked around to see Jasmine frowning at them, hands on her hips. "We need to get going! Not... oh man, are you two actually... I thought you were against that kind of stuff, with your weird religion and all!"
"Cthulhu doesn't care what you prefer," Mandy snarled, "because in the end, we're all-"
"Not you, her," Jasmine shouted, pointing at Hannah. "Do I have to put with two couples who cannot keep off each other now?"
"What are you talking about?" Howard asked, then looked to the two recovering girls. He gasped, then gushed, "Oh WOW!"
(Janitor's Closet, Post Race Recordings)
Jasmine - "Leshawna said a lot of weird people get hooked up in this show. But the cultist and the religious one? Both girls? Boy, that'll get the gossip magazines going."
Howard - "I love ying-yang couples!" \giggles like a little dork\
Mandy - \She is staring at the camera, tapping the flat side of her dagger against the back of her hand. With a heavy sigh, she continues to think.\
Hannah - "Mandy's really lucky that she's a small girl; she was really easy to pull up. Well, she's not small in the sense of her... but I mean..." \she flushes a little\ "I mean, she's small-set! No, I mean, she's little! No! I mean..."
(Team 8 - Joel, Daisy, Geoff, Belinda, Courtney; Hummer)
Daisy was at driving the Hummer, humming to herself. As she drove, the others sat, lost in their own thoughts. Geoff twiddled his thumbs, and finally broke the ice.
"So, are we there yet?" he asked.
"No, but close," Courtney said, looking at the map. "Could you please drive a little slower though, Daisy? We're not in a rush."
"But we want to be first, right?"
"We're fine, I'm pretty sure we're ahead of them."
Just after she said this, a race car raced by their car. Daisy blinked, then shouted, "H-hey! That race car just passed us!"
"Nothing we can do about it," Courtney muttered, crossing her arms and sighing. "They have the really fast car, we don't. Just this huge gas guzzler."
"Actually," Joel said, grinning wickedly, "I have made adjustments to the car. Daisy, do you see the button nearby the cigarette lighter?"
"Hmm?" the lacrosse player looked to where Joel pointed. "Oh, there's a little red button. I don't remember that..."
"Push the little red button," he advised, "and you all might want to buckle up. And hang on tight. And please keep your arms and legs inside the car at all times!"
"I really don't like the sound of this," Courtney whimpered as she tightened her seat belt.
"I really do like the sound of this," Geoff cheered as he actually buckled up.
"I really hope," Belinda said as she leaned back and put her hands in her jacket pocket, "that the adjustments don't explode when she pushes the red button."
"WHAT?!" Geoff and Courtney shouted right before Daisy cheerfully pushed the red button.
There was a rumble, then a roar, then the Hummer rocketed forward with an incredible burst of speed. Daisy let out a wild scream, Joel cheered and clapped, chanting, "It worked, I knew it would work!"
The speedometer was soon at the very edge of the right side, which Daisy noted with glee. "I've always wanted to do that," she exclaimed. "Woohoo!"
"Woohoo indeed," Geoff shouted, pumping his fists up. "This is one awesome ride!"
"I'm gonna be sick," Courtney wailed.
Belinda smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Impressive."
The silver Hummer shot past the race car. The four members of the team, even Clive, were startled by this, especially since the gust of wind almost turned their car over.
"Was that the Hummer?" Noah asked.
"Sure was," Katie said, then clenched her fists. "We cannot let them win, we are too close to the finish! Noah, pump it!"
"Oh, I always wanted to die under a twisted pile of metal and burned rubber," Noah grumbled.
"Do it, do it, do it," Katie chanted, bouncing up and down in her chair. Noah noticed this, and the very serious and practical bookworm suddenly found his hormones winning over his mind.
"Damn it all," Noah cursed, "this is what I get for having a girlfriend. Never thought it would result in me driving like a NASCAR-wannabe."
He strapped himself in so tight that he almost cut off circulation, and then stamped down on the pedal. The car roared, then bolted forward, a purple blur. Noah screamed in terror, and Katie squealed happily. She unwisely grabbed his arm in merriment, which he tried desperately to shake off. With this action, the car was going top speed and weaving all over the place.
Clive was screaming in-sync with the weaving, Sadie giggling happily. The race car raced past the silver Hummer, which surprised Daisy, especially since the purple race car bounced off the side of their vehicle.
"Whoa, look out," Daisy shouted. "Someone wants to play!"
"It's the race car," Geoff pointed out. "They're ahead of us!"
"Not for long!"
Daisy stomped on the gas pedal, and their big vehicle caught up with the race car. Soon, the race was on. Daisy shouted taunts as she drove, Katie yelling back at her.
Further down the road was a police car that had got ahead of them when the teams had all stopped for lunch earlier that day. Officer Christmas and Officer Realbox were having lunch themselves, though Christmas wasn't eating much.
"You want another donut?" Realbox asked her.
"No," she replied, focusing on the speedometer she had in her hands. "I want keep a better watch on this so that we can catch anyone who goes by."
"If you insist, but I'll help you out," he said. "Mmm, I do love glazed donuts, but the glaze gets everywhere-"
He was cut off when two extremely fast cars roared by them. The speedometer's gage shot up, then stopped at "HOLY CRAP, EH." The gust of wind from the cars blew the officers' hats off, Realbox's donut right from his hand, and all three objects straight out the opposite window.
They both blinked, then exchanged nervous glances. "Did a plane take off near us?"
"My donut," Realbox whimpered. "That was terrible."
"I don't even want to know how fast they were going," Christmas said. "We couldn't get the license plates, but at least you saw what color those two vehicles were."
"Me?" he shouted, getting angry now. "You were watching the road, why didn't you see?"
"I wasn't watching the road, you were!"
"No, you were!"
"You were, you were, you were!"
(Janitor's Closet, Post Race Recordings)
Courtney - "As a C.I.T, and a law-abiding citizen of Canada, I do not condone the act of illegally modifying a vehicle to make it go faster, nor do I approve of going more than twice the speed limit." \She sighs.\ "I knew being in that car could damage my political career."
Katie & Sadie - Sadie - "I never knew you would resort to calling them such harsh names, Katie."
Katie - "It was in the thrill of the race, is all."
Sadie - "You called them 'gas-guzzling pee-pee heads'!"
Katie - \blushing a little, nervously fiddles with her hair\ "Oh, I am such a naughty girl, aren't I?"
(Team 2 - DJ, Gwen, Trent, Alfred, Crystal, Bridgette; six seater)
Most people would think that Alfred wasn't the best choice for the driver. His teammates were thinking the same thing when he drove with his feet.
"Look, it's on cruise control," he explained to his very nervous teammates. "I drive like this all the time during long drives back home."
"I dunno if I am too comfortable with this," Bridgette admitted.
"Oh, all right then," he said, putting his feet back where they belonged (on the floor), and put his hands on the wheel. "If it makes you comfortable to see me drive normally."
"It does, thank you. We already almost went over a cliff, I'd prefer less peril."
"But peril is fun," Alfred said gleefully. "C'mon, you're a surfer, you like thrills, don't you?"
"Kind of," she admitted. "But I prefer thrills that don't risk other peoples' lives."
"Touché," he said. "Boy, you're a thoughtful person, Bridgette." He grinned at her, and she couldn't help but smile back.
"She's taken, Alfred," Gwen said from the back.
"Huh?" he honked. "But Howard said Lindsay was taken, and since I know this isn't Lindsay now-"
"Bridgette's taken too," DJ explained.
"Aw, fudge-sicle," he cursed. "You know, I really should have watched the show before I came on it."
Crystal couldn't help but giggle. "I think it's kind of cute. Sorry, but I'm a big fan of fanon pairings."
"What's that?" Trent asked.
"See, there are canon and fanon pairings," she explained. "Canon are the official pairings, like Trent and Gwen. Fanon pairings are a couple who aren't official but you think they would go rather well together.
"See, as a romantic, of course I believe there is someone for everyone out there," she explained, then rolled her eyes as she added, "well, except for Colin, that bloody jerk. But see, I don't believe there's only one person for you. There's way too many people on God's green Earth for you to only have one true soulmate.
"Ergo, I like to think of who else someone would be happy with," she said, tapping her lips. "Like, Bridgette and... oh say... Harold."
"HAROLD?" the other five exclaimed (Alfred added, "Wait, which one is Harold? Is he the one who takes his shirt off?")
"Yes, Harold," she repeated. "I think he and Bridgette actually have more in common than you'd think."
Bridgette stared at the British girl, then managed to ask, "Really?"
Crystal nodded and smiled. "Aye. Works for everyone here: Alfred, DJ, Trent, and Gwen."
(Janitor's Closet, Post Race Recordings)
Gwen - "Crystal may think of fantasy pairings for people like Bridgette, but hell if she could think of anything for me. I'm still surprised at times that Trent wants me... but bah, I'm not going to talk about that."
DJ - "I know a few romantics like that back at home. Get all 'squealy' when couples hug and kiss, get sappy over romantic moments in movies. It's a little weird but cute..."
\He pauses then taps his chin.\ "Wait, did Crystal forget to mention someone in our group?"
Crystal - \She laughs and clasps her hands.\ "I know a lot of people are against fanon, some against canon, but that's love. Strange how love spikes such emotions in people, eh what?"
Alfred continued to think about which one was Harold. "Is he the one with the green mohawk? I don't see how he and Bridgette could be a coup-"
There was a terrible gust of wind from their left, and then one from their right. A monster truck and a purple hybrid roared past them. The six in the car bounced against each other, Trent and Gwen clinging to each other. Alfred blinked, as if this was normal (well, he is from California).
"Oh, it's a race," he said joyfully. "Well, it's time to put this red beauty of a car to the test."
"Um, dude?" DJ whimpered. "One of those other cars is a monster truck, you know-"
"That makes it more fun," he shouted as he stomped on the gas pedal. DJ screamed like a little girl, Bridgette screamed like a big girl, and the wheels just plain screamed.
Alfred managed to race ahead of the monster truck, and then was neck to neck with the hybrid. The driver of the hybrid, Heather, snarled as she noticed her new competition. "Ezekiel, shout insults at them for me!"
Ezekiel whimpered as he rolled down his window. "Um, hello," he called out. "You guys... don't drive very well!"
"We know that," Gwen, who had rolled down her passenger window. "Alfred's the one driving!"
"Oh, hi, Gwen," Ezekiel called out, waving friendly-like. "I hope you doo'nt mind, but I made all the beds this morning, eh!"
"Well, that does explain why the room was so organized," Gwen called back. "Thank you!"
"That's not trash talking," Heather snapped at him.
"Will you get your boyfriend back all the way in the car?" Valerie shouted. "Before he, you know, falls out and..."
She looked back and her eyes widened in terror. It is a rather intimidating sight when a monster truck is chasing your car.
"Waaaaaah-ha-ha-ha," Leshawna cackled from the driver's seat of the monster truck. "Yes, drive faster, you puny cars! Leshawna will run you over if you don't!"
"You really get into this, d-d-don't you?" Sakaki stammered, clinging onto Sebastian. She wasn't the only one, as Beth was also clinging to him in terror.
"Yeah baby, I've gotta get me one of these," the loud sister continued to shout, weaving the car as a form of intimidation. In the passenger seat next to her was an unconscious Colin, courtesy of Sebastian.
"Drive slower," Sakaki begged Leshawna.
"Drive faster," Crystal encouraged Alfred.
"For the love of everything holy," Valerie shrieked to Heather, "just keep driving!!"
(Janitor's Closet, Post Race Recordings)
Valerie - \Her hair is tousled and she looked winded.\ "I was such an idiot for letting Heather drive. She drives like an absolute maniac, like Daddy's girl away from his watchful eye. Oh Lord, and Zachary probably thinks I like him, with the amount of clinging I did to him. ... Yuck."
Alfred - "I am so glad I got to stay in this competition! The racing was awesome! Vroom-vroom... just like being back home in California, where people don't have an ounce of respect for the road!"
Heather - "I knew if I kept driving fast, I could beat those two. A monster truck and a fat, red car. Those losers were handicapped by their poor choices, and thus, I took the lead. I'm really quite proud of myself!"
Leshawna - "Okay, so I got a little overly excited. But hey, can you blame me? That monster truck is loud and proud, its bulk is its pride! Just like someone I know."
\She gives her own rear end a proud slap.\ "Hehe, if I win, I might buy me one of those monster truck babies."
(Team 9 - Cody, Anita, Harold, Rodney; jeep)
"But if we run out of oil before 2100, we should already have an alternative source of energy," Rodney said to Harold.
"Oh, I'm not debating that, gosh," Harold said, looking from the road for a short while to talk to the little boy in the passenger seat. "I just don't think we should rely on the alternates we have now. They're not good enough."
"What would you suggest, then?"
"Elephant wheels."
This attracted the attention of even Anita and Cody in the back; it wasn't much to distract, since they were too shy to say much.
"You know how there are wheels for mice and hamsters?" Harold continued. "Well, if made giant wheels, and we put elephants in them, that would be an awesome source of power!"
"Yeah, and the elephants would love it, since they would lose some weight," Rodney said with a clap.
"See? That would all be awesome."
"Hey guys," Cody said, tapping the shoulder of Harold's seat, "I don't mean to interrupt, but are we close?"
"Fairly," Rodney said as he unfolded the map. "It is just a little further-"
He stopped when a raccoon bolted out in front of the jeep, and Harold swerved sharply to avoid it. The map was yanked from his hands by the wind, and he was jostled in his seat.
"Yeeep," he cried out. "Harold, you're driving like my sister-"
He didn't get a chance to finish that sentence either, as the jeep hit a small pothole in the road, and did a flip. Four screams later, another flip, four more screams, then the jeep hit a large tree.
Hot air hissed out of the hood, which was smashed upward. Harold groaned as he rubbed his forehead. "Idiot raccoon," he cursed, then looked at the others. "Is everyone all right?"
"I'm fine," Anita said, then she looked at Cody, who was clutching his arm and straining in pain. "Cody! Are you okay?"
"Kind of banged my arm against something there," he muttered through clenched teeth. "Hurts a lot, but I'm fine."
"Damn it, I'm so sorry," Harold exclaimed. "Rodney, are you okay?"
"Fine!"
Harold sighed as he shook his head more. "Well, I'll go take a look. I learned something about engines in Possum Scouts."
He tried to pop the hood, but it wouldn't budge. "Dang, freaking idiot," he shouted, kicking the side. He sighed heavily, then he looked over at Rodney. "Oh wait! We have the genius kid who knows everything! If I don't know how, then he does!"
"Good thing too," Anita said as she made a sling for Cody's arm, using materials from the first-aid kit.
"Um... actually," Rodney muttered, looking down at his feet, poking his fingers together, "I... I don't know anything about cars."
"What?" Harold gasped.
"It's true, nothing," the child genius repeated, his shoulders beginning to shake. "I... I really let the team down, didn't I?"
"Don't blame yourself, little dude," said Cody.
"No, it's all my fault now," he continued to whimper. The other three saw a tear leak down his face. Then Anita realized it wasn't coming from his eyes; it was coming from a wound on his forehead.
"Oh honey," she exclaimed and ran over to him. "You're injured!"
"It's nothing," he tried to say as he feebly swatted at her hands away, but stopped soon after. "I... I didn't mean for this to happen."
"Hon, do not blame yourself," Anita said as she took off his helmet and started treating his wound. "Don't, okay? It's not your fault."
"Yeah, little dude, you take too much responsibility," Cody said, grinning at the child.
Harold sighed and patted his shoulder. "Either way, the jeep's more crushed than my first Hot Wheels experiment."
"Means we're gonna have to wait for Chris to send someone to pick us up," Anita said as she wrapped a bandage around Rodney's noggin. "If he does, that is."
(Janitor's Closet, Post Race Recordings)
Harold - "The little dude takes things too much to heart. Probably feels responsible over things like that. I know how he feels, because I raised rabbits and iguanas and other kinds of animals. You feel responsibility for all those little fellows; probably that's how he feels about his siblings."
Cody - "Luckily, Chris did come pick us up; he sent a helicopter to get us, and a tow truck for the jeep. Don't know why he wants to keep that smashed jeep. Anyway, like that jeep, my hopes are pretty much smashed, eh? Wait... no! I gotta have faith!"
Rodney - \He fidgets with his helmet, occasionally letting his head bandage be shown.\ "Those three told me not to shoulder so much responsibility, and I guess they're right. But still, I cannot help but feel a tinge of shame."
\He sighs and shakes his head, and the helmet slides off and clatters on the floor; he frowns at it.\ "You were no help today. See this?" \He points at his head bandage.\ "Aren't you supposed to protect me from these... oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't yell at you." \He hugs his army helmet and then kisses it.\
Raccoon - \talking in his language with English subtitles\ "o noes! i go on vakashun fur wun day, an luk wat hapins! i had the moneh on dat team to!"
(In the Maclean Stadium)
"They're coming up on us," Chris Maclean announced to the anxious crowd. "They have been instructed to drive into here, and cross the red line."
The crowd roared, interlaced with a few, "We know, dammit!"
Two cars came roaring into the stadium: the silver Hummer and the purple race car. Daisy and Katie were still shouting at each other, but by now, the creativity of the insults was lacking.
"That flower in your hair is dumb!"
"Your face is dorky!"
"I wanna poke you until you ask me to stop doing that!"
"You're nothing but a big boo-boo!"
Eventually, the two cars raced across the finish line, and came to squealing stops. There was silence, as many wondered which of the two had won. The quiet ice was broken when Clive ran out of the race car, screaming and blubbering.
"Wow, looks like he had fun," Chris exclaimed. He clapped, and then walked over to the two cars. "Well, I think Chef Hatchet has a photo finish for who gets first place. And the winners of this contest gets a year's supply of gasoline!"
"Oh wow, that'd be great," Courtney said, clapping her hands. "I hope Joel's tinkering and Daisy's driving were the stuff that got us a win!" Joel twirled a wrench as Daisy gave her teammates a thumbs-up.
"No way, my boyfriend was the bestest driver ever," Katie shouted, sticking her tongue out at the Hummer team. "Noah rocks!"
Rocking Noah looked rather punch-drunk, having just driven a race car at top speed for the past hour. "I make vroom-vroom, wheee," he said, rather stupid sounding but still containing a trace of his usual cynicism.
"Well, I'll let you know which team won," Chris Maclean announced as Chef Hatchet handed him a photo. "The winning team is...
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"... Oh thank goodness, it's the team with less teammates! Less money for us to give! Team 4, the race car team!"
Katie and Sadie cheered, hugging Noah between them. Team 8 sighed tragically; Daisy rolled her eyes. "Man, if only we had a race car for a racing competition."
"Oh well, cannot complain now," Geoff said, patting her shoulder. "We did okay, dudes."
"Well, you know," Chris said, "the first seven teams do get cake and pie."
"Woohoo! Cake and pie!"
"I'm good now," Daisy said, grinning and scratching the back of her head.
Belinda chuckled, and her teammates looked around to her. "Didn't I tell you we'd win?"
"We didn't come in first place, though," Courtney pointed out.
"I never said that. If you remember, I said we would just win, not to be first place. Close, though."
The conversation was cut short when more squealing tires could be heard. Everyone present looked over as three vehicles came rocketing into the stadium. The way was quickly cleared as they came racing across the finish line.
"Well, that was fun," Chris said as the new cars came to a halt. "Loved the way Joel screamed when he ran out of the way."
"Hey, can you blame me?" the inventor muttered. "That red car came right at me."
"Ehehe, sorry," Alfred chuckled nervously. "I really didn't mean to do that."
"Because of that action, your team got fourth place," Chris said to the gonzo boy. "And the hybrid came in third."
"Is there any down side to coming in at fourth instead of third?" Alfred asked as Ezekiel hugged Heather in celebration.
"None at all."
"So... why the hell should I be ashamed that I didn't kill Joel to get third?"
"Because that's competition, boy! That's why the monster truck should be very ashamed that they came in fifth."
"Hey, Maclean," Leshawna said, smirking evilly, "I would have had no problem running over you to get a higher score."
"Me too," shouted a few of the other contestants (for those who really want to know: Gwen, Heather, Ezekiel, Noah, Colin, Courtney, and Daisy).
(Janitor's Closet, Post Race Recordings)
Noah - "Well, I get a year's supply of gas for free. That'll be sweet. Everyone on the race car team ends up happy."
Clive - \He is a whimpering mess.\ "Why'd my sister sign me up for this show? Why oh why oh why?"
Geoff - "Well, we may have got second place, but we all had a jolly good time! We're gonna throw a party tonight before the trophy ceremony! Booyah!"
Zachary - "So, I've got an alliance with Valerie, but we cannot vote off Heather this time? Wonder what good this'll do me... well, least we got pie. I do like pie."
Trent - "Apart from nearly driving off a cliff and having a small fight with Gwen, I'd say it was a pretty cool drive. I love cuddling with Gwen."
Colin - "What a lame challenge, I literally slept through most of it. Still...," \he stretches and yawns\ "... it was nice to get that kind of sleep. I feel refreshed!"
Beth - "I'm so proud of my team! The way Sebastian encouraged us all, the excellent driving by Sakaki and Leshawna, the generous sleeping by Colin!" \She giggles and ends up snorting.\
Ezekiel - "I'm never seen Heather so determined befur', eh. I wonder what was driving her... err, well, she was driving, but what was... oh never mind, eh."
\He nervously pokes his fingers together.\ "I really, really hope that she's not getting back into her 'queen bee' routine. I really want Heather to change, to be a better person, eh."
(Team 6 - Mandy, Tyler, Hannah, Howard, Jasmine, Lindsay; small bus)
"Are we there yet?" Jasmine moaned.
"Shut up, foolish mortal," Mandy grumbled. "We'll get there soon."
"How are we doing?" Lindsay asked, finally coming up for air. "How is Miley doing?"
"Who the hell is Miley?" the cultist spat out. "I'm not Miley! I am so not a Miley!"
"I mean the Christian girl who's driving," the blond girl said, pointing at the front. "Hey, why is she still driving?"
"Because no one else can," Mandy grumbled. "Quit giving her such a hard time, for Yig's sake!"
"Yeah, seriously," Howard muttered. "It's getting kind of old."
"Oh really now?" Jasmine snapped. "You two are just interested in getting to first base with that girl!"
"What?" Howard honked.
"What?" Mandy asked.
"Now I'm really confused," Lindsay whimpered.
"You ain't the only one, babe," Tyler groaned. "Things made more sense when we were making out."
Strangely enough, he didn't continue to make out with Lindsay (and she began puckering up too), but headed up to Hannah. "How we doing, girl?"
"Oh, okay I guess," she said. "I haven't seen anybody pass by us yet-"
She was cut off when something really big, wet, and mud-stained barreled past them. It was Izzy's semi, and boy was it moving fast.
"Holy cow," Hannah exclaimed.
"Oh man, now she's using religious profanity," Jasmine exclaimed. "We are so screwed."
"Then we're unscrewing it," Howard shouted. "Hannah, full power!"
"Yeah, girl," Tyler exclaimed, "let's head them off!"
"Whatever god is watching over us now," Mandy declared, "it's time for us to race!"
Hannah swallowed hard, and stamped on the pedal. That bus moved faster then than it ever did in its entire life.
As the yellow bus managed to pass the semi, Carol let out an indignant scream. "That other team is passing us!"
"How dare they! Don't they know I'm the king of the road?" Izzy roared.
"Don't you mean 'queen'?" Justin grumbled.
"All the queens in the past were pansies," Izzy shouted. "Hang on to your bras and panties, little girls, because I'm kicking this into overdrive! That means you especially, Justin."
"Bite me, Iz-zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"
The semi-truck bounced once before racing forward, almost bucking Justin and Carol out of their seats. Owen and Arthur bounced around in the back, with the larger teen eventually landing on top of the smaller one.
"Oh," Arthur groaned from underneath, "just my luck. You just had to land on me."
"Ehehe, sorry," Owen chuckled nervously.
"But you know what really makes me mad, Owen?"
"What's that, Arthur?"
"THAT YOU WON'T GET OFF ME AFTER YOU ACKNOWLEDGE YOU'RE ON ME!!!"
"Quiet back there," Izzy shouted on the radio. "Owen, Arthur, don't bounce around back there, or I'll be thrown off-balance!"
"They're gaining on us again," Tyler shouted to Hannah, watching the semi approach from the side.
"Speed forward," Howard cheered.
"God, forgive me for this one," Hannah said, as she pressed down on the gas pedal.
Further up the road, Officers Realbox and Christmas were sulking as she drove. They wouldn't look at each other, and it was finally he who broke the silence.
"Tell you what," Realbox said, "let's not fight, let's just shoot out the tires of any car we see."
"Okay," Christmas said with a relieved sigh. "All right."
They drove for a few seconds, the grudge finally gone, before they were almost knocked to the side. A semi-truck and a small bus rocketed past them, insults being screamed wildly.
Both police officers watched, wide-eyed and jaws gaping, the departing vehicles roar off. Officer Christmas swallowed and whimpered, "This is why I wanted to be a mountie at times."
"Man," Officer Realbox grumbled, "why can't people who speed go a little slower, for the police's sake?!"
"Drive faster, foolish girl," Mandy was hollering. "If you don't drive faster, I'm gonna yell louder!"
"Pedal to the metal," Tyler shouted. "I'm not sure what that means, but pedal to metal!"
"Drive the bus faster, rah rah rah," Lindsay was cheering, breaking out the pompoms and leaping all around. "Because we ain't, um, 'lasters', rah rah rah!"
"Can't you run over them?" Carol was asking Izzy.
"No, sadly, we had the unfortunate luck of racing one of the bigger cars, one I cannot run over," Izzy exclaimed. "Oh, how I wish I could do that! Unless my Zeke was in it."
"But isn't Heather on his team?" Justin grumbled, holding onto his seat tight.
"Good point. I'll try to run over her side only!"
The wild driving continued, bus banging against semi, semi slamming against bus. Carol and Izzy were casting insults, and Jasmine and Tyler were jousting threats. Only Howard remained calm, leaning back and propping his arms behind his head.
The race's pace carried on to the finishing place: Maclean Stadium. Everyone could hear them approaching long before they were close.
"Damn," Leshawna muttered. "Who'd be crazy enough to drive one of those babies that fast?"
"Well, Izzy is on one of those teams," Gwen pointed out.
"You ever wonder what goes through her head when she does crazy stuff like that?" Katie asked aloud.
"No," Noah said. "I prefer not to delve into what causes insanity."
"I wonder if she does it for the attention?" Crystal asks.
"I'm sure there are better ways," Courtney scoffed, "of getting attention than driving a semi like a nut case."
"One of the more effective ways, though," Belinda said with a soft chuckle.
As if on cue, the two gigantic vehicles came barging in, slamming the side of the stadium. After passing the finish line, the bus came to a full and complete stop; well, so did the bus, just against the stadium wall.
"That was awesome," Alfred shouted, pumping his fists in the air as most others gasped in horror. "Izzy flew through the windshield further than I did! What a lucky girl!"
"IZZY," Ezekiel shouted, heading over to where the redhead had landed. She lay crumpled in a heap, limbs and hair splayed in a messy manner. "Izzy, are you okay?"
"Wow!"
She leapt on the prairie boy, knocking him down and keeping him pinned on the ground. "Did you see that?" she asked, snuggling him. "I flew so far, did you get it all on film? I should buy me a car that doesn't have a windshield so that I get more distance and less cuts!"
"Izzy," Heather shouted, storming up to their side. "Get off of my boyfriend!"
"Boy, there's a phrase no one wants to hear," the redhead said cheerfully, rolling off of Ezekiel. "So, did I win?"
Chef Hatchet, who was pressed against the wall so tightly that he almost became two dimensional, managed to peel himself off. He walked over to Chris, shaking a little, and handed him a photograph.
"Yep," Chris said, joyfully. "The semi was ahead of the bus!"
"Oh rats," Hannah said with a sigh. "That's my fault, I guess."
"You did your best, church girl," Tyler said, patting her back. "No one can find fault in that."
"I can," Jasmine grumbled.
"We won," Owen shouted, jumping out the back with a very disgruntled Arthur. "We did it! Oh, Izzy, you're the best!"
In the process of running to celebrate with Izzy, he stepped right on Ezekiel. Having a 294 pound teenager (he lost three pounds since Total Drama Island) step on you is not a good thing, and even Izzy recognized that. She ran past her boyfriend to look at her injured friend.
"I think he crushed my intestines into a paste, eh," Ezekiel whimpered.
"Owen, you insensitive trampler," Izzy hollered at her boyfriend, "you turned his spleen into paste!"
"Err, sorry."
(Janitor's Closet, Post Race Recordings)
Tyler - "Man. You know, I know it's no business of mine, but I don't know why he's dating her."
\He pauses for a second.\ "Wait, which couple was I just thinking about again?"
Justin - "You know, I don't know why we let Izzy drive. We should have known a long time ago to never, ever, ever let Izzy drive! I mean, I knew that since the first day I saw her!"
Owen - "Being big has its advantages... like when you're trying to make someone's intestines into paste. Well, truth be told, I don't know how that'd be useful. And... hmm, yum... paste."
Izzy - "Okay, Owen is, like, my boyfriend and everything, but he's getting to be a little too insensitive. I'm, like, totally sensitive; I managed to hit that wall so that only I was sent flying, right? But he's, like, stampeding over my poor Zeke! I'll have to talk to him about that."
"You know, I don't understand why all this drama, though it is awesome," Chris Maclean said with a wicked grin. "The bus team didn't place last or second to last."
"What?" all the members of the bus team asked in unison.
"It was reported that Team 9 crashed along the way, and they're being brought in by helicopter," the host explained. "And here comes Team 1 now!"
Sure enough, the pink beetle slowly came into the stadium. It was slow, due to the fact that it wasn't running, but two people were pushing it.
"Damn thing had to break on us again," Yoshi grumbled in frustration, "and right before the finish line too!"
"It looked brand-new," Eva muttered as she helped him push, "why the hell is it so defective?"
"Maybe we hated it too much, appliance karma," he muttered. "Same thing happens with my dad's computer."
"Push harder," Duncan shouted from inside the beetle. "There's a lot of teams here, damn it!"
"Why don't you help us, then?!" Yoshi hollered.
Xander was doing a quick count, and he sighed. "No need. We lost."
"What?" Duncan exclaimed. "What makes you say tha-"
"There are seven vehicles here, I recognize the seven of them too," he said. "We've lost."
Before more questions could be asked, a helicopter flew into the stadium. When it landed, Harold and Rodney happily jumped out. "Well, we lost," Harold said, "but what an awesome ride."
"I never got to ride in a helicopter before," Rodney chirped. "That was fun!"
Cody and Anita were right behind them, but both were distracted when they saw the beetle team. More specifically, the ragged Eva and Yoshi behind it, and Duncan on the side, kicking the crap out of it.
"What's the matter?" Cody asked them as the two approached. "Didja lose?"
"Yep," Eva snarled through clenched teeth. "I cannot believe we pushed it all this way just to..."
She stopped when she saw that Cody's arm was in a sling. "Oh, were you hurt?"
"Yeah, but Anita patched me up. I should be fine."
Eva let out an exasperated sigh. To her, it was a feeling of ultimate loss, both the car contest and the Cody contest. To Cody, he thought she was exhausted, and it sparked care in him for the fitness buff.
"You look really haggard, Eva," he said. "I mean! You still look good, just exhausted! You want a towel or water or something?"
"Please," she said with a raspy voice.
Cody hurried off. Anita watched him depart, then looked at Eva. The muscular girl was staring at Anita, frowning but not glaring.
"You know first-aid?" she asked.
Anita nodded, scowling right back. "You pushed that car the whole way."
"With a little help from Yoshi."
"Oh well, excuse me," said helper grumbled, turning away. The two girls continued to stare at each other, not saying a word, and it suited Yoshi just fine.
"Man, another loss," he said to himself as he leaned against the car, scowling down at his feet. "At this rate, I might as well vote myself off. Duncan, quit kicking the car."
As the punk sulked off, someone held up a water bottle in front of Yoshi's face. He was startled at first, then really surprised when he saw Daisy grinning at him.
"Thirsty?" she asked cheerfully. The warrior teenager nodded slightly before taking it, chugging it down greedily.
"You must really be thirsty," she said, "because wow, you must have been pushing that pink eyesore for some time, because you're really sweaty."
As if this was a trigger, her eyes went wide, she licked her lips, then she looked at him really slyly. "Ooo, you're really sweaty."
Yoshi blinked a couple times.
(Janitor's Closet, Post Race Recordings)
Yoshi - "What is up with that Daisy girl?"
Duncan - "Stupid piece of pink crap."
Anita - "I think it was then that I realized that Eva was going to be much more of a threat than I thought. She's strong, she's got confidence, she pushed a car she hated several miles; Cody went and helped her out when he saw she was tired. Therefore, I guess it's time to have a real love triangle here."
Eva - "Anita's more than a pretty face and a couple large boobs, I see that now. She knows first-aid, she actually helps people. She's smart and caring, and darn it, she's got the lead on me! But I won't let that discourage me. This is to be an honorable competition between two girls who like one boy. One scrawny, awkward, hormonal boy... who just happens to be real cute too."
\She smiles a little, then lets out an exasperated sigh.\ "Man, am I glad these things are private. If anyone heard me saying them, I'd never live it down."
The trophy ceremony came in a few hours, after a small party hosted by Geoff. The crowd roared in approval as Chris Maclean stepped up to his podium, a table covered with gold trophies next to him.
"Well done, racers! Well, most of you," he added slyly. "Today's racing challenge is over, and I have forty-two gold trophies next to me!"
Each trophy had the icon of a Volkswagen Beetle on it, so most of the contestants weren't too keen on getting one.
"I'll be handing out these to all the winning teams," the host continued, "then we'll see the top three moments of this show."
Called out one by one, the contestants of the winning teams received their trophies. Some angrily scratched at the beetle car on the trophy, as if to remove the eyesore.
"And now," Chris said as the large plasma screens rose up from the trapdoor on the stadium floor, "we present the top three moments of that race, now shown to the viewing world for the first time."
Number three was Yoshi and Eva accidentally pushing the pink bug (with Duncan and Xander still in it) over the dip. Number two was Clive and Noah screaming hysterically in the back seat of the race car.
The number one clip had some fancy editing done by Chris. It was when Hannah saved Mandy from falling off the cliff; however, the clip didn't contain any of the Christian girl saving the cultist. It just contained Mandy falling on her and lying on her.
The audience and several cast members were soon churning out the catcalls, wolf-whistles, and other jeers. Hannah turned bright red and hid her face behind her trophy. Mandy quivered with rage.
"Haha, now there's an interesting sight," Chris cackled. "Well, Hannah, guess you were able to actually do something good this challenge; didn't have any faith in you to begin with. Ha! Get it? Faith, you, hehehe-"
A flash of gold whizzed by some of the contestants, and clobbered the host right in the head. Mandy clenched her throwing hand as the host fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"You stupid, foolish, heretic fool," she roared, "she saved my life! How dare you mock her?!"
(Janitor's Closet - Post Race Record... wait, still?)
Daisy - "Hey. Hannah, Mandy, if you are that way, I think it's cool. Got a few girls on my lacrosse team like that... you know what they say about lacrosse gals." \She cackles, then looks at the camera nervously.\ "Um, not me, though."
Lindsay - "Wait, when did that happen? I don't remember any cuddling between Panda and Banana... I thought only myself and Tyler were."
Sebastian - "You know, I quite enjoy it when Chris Maclean gets hurt."
Arthur - "More people should throw things at Chris' head."
"Okay then," Chris said with an unsteady voice, pulling himself up and shaking his head, "it's time to see which of you eight lost the game for good!"
Rodney gripped his helmet and pulled it down, whimpering. Duncan cracked his knuckles. Anita and Eva exchanged serious glances. Harold sighed and drummed his fingers together.
"The first trophies," Chris said, slowly as to build tension, "go to...
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"Xander, Yoshi, and Rodney!"
The three boys claimed their trophies happily, and Yoshi immediately snapped off the beetle icon on his trophy. "Take that, you pink piece of crap," he grumbled as he tossed it away (accidentally hitting Owen on the head with it).
"That takes care of those who didn't get any votes," Chris said. "Now onto our next saved contestants...
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"Cody, Anita, and Eva!"
The three caught the trophies thrown to them. Glances were exchanged among them, and they all looked rather off-put; all three of them were pretty sure that Chris planned these three to be given at once.
"So that leaves you two," Chris exclaimed, pointing to Duncan and Harold. "Ah yes, the punk and the nerd!"
"Yep, nerd is right," Duncan remarked. Harold stuck his fingers up his nose at him, Duncan gave him a rude hand gesture, the nerd wiggled his fingers under his chin, and the punk mouthed a few bad words.
"Now now, settle down," Chris said. "One of you in this longtime rivalry is gonna be leaving."
"I thought it was going all right between them," DJ asked his nearby friends.
"Well, after that business with Harold and Courtney, he and Duncan never really made up," Geoff explained.
"I see. Too bad. But now..."
They all looked over to Harold and Duncan. The nerd swallowed hard and straightened his shirt collar. The punk snarled and wrung his hands, cracking the last of his knuckles.
"And so, the final marshmallow... I mean trophy... goes to...
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The nerd gasped, then laughed as he caught the last trophy. He let out a happy sigh, which was cut off by angry shouting.
"Oh, come on," Duncan shouted, clenching his fists. "I'm going now? This soon into the game?"
"Yep," Chris Maclean said, with all the joy and sadism that made Duncan want to punch him in the face. The punk snarled, almost feral-like, and kicked at the ground.
"God damn it all to \whoa, censored\ hell," he shouted. "Fine then, I'm off. Courtney, love ya, babe."
He gave her a wave over his shoulder, too pissed to show any affection. The CIT, who had been clutching her face, let out a devastated sigh, and waved back. Duncan waited for the bus to come up, and winced when he saw the rusty, dented bus.
"Hell, I'd prefer the pink beetle at this point," he muttered. Then the doors opened, and he actually meant what he said: Chef Hatchet was sitting in the driver's seat, dressed like a sexy female bus driver.
"All aboard," he growled, tipping his hat to Duncan.
"Oh hell no," Duncan shouted. "It's bad enough I'm being the second one voted off this show, but I'm not going to have him be my driver!"
"What do you," Chef started, but he screamed as Duncan barreled into the bus (a rather girly scream too). The bus rocked as two of the toughest members fought for domination. And in the end, a bruised and bloody Hatchet was thrown from the bus.
"That's right people," Duncan shouted, wearing a wide grin and Hatchet's hat, "this is Duncan's Punk Bus now! And I'm gonna drive it here at the end of every competition to pick up the next loser!
"Courtney babe," he called out, "I'd better not see you coming on this bus anytime soon!"
"Duncan, you ape," she exclaimed, looking furious, "don't go back to being a criminal, you-"
She was cut off when the doors slid shut, and the engine revved. Someone was shouting in the back, and the perceptive ones recognized the voice as Sandra. "You are not driving this bus, you creep," she was shrieking.
"Stuff it, gum girl," he shouted back, then let out a wild shouted and gunned the bus. Sandra's wailing banshee-like shriek bounced and weaved as the bus did.
"Later, bitches," was Duncan's last shout-out.
(Janitor's Closet - The bus has a new driver now!)
Carol - "Yes! With that criminal gone, I don't have to be like a parole officer! And no more people joking about that I have a crush on him! Ha! Time for the officer to dominate this competition!"
Sakaki - "If he's driving the bus..." \She very nervously pokes her fingers together.\ "I really don't want to be voted off now."
Xander - "That's an awful shame. I really think Duncan staying would have been better... but man, now whenever that bus comes rolling in, we know who'll be rocking it.
"Seems a lot safer than the duck and raccoon driving too."
(Room 4 - Daisy, DJ, Eva)
"Well, there seems to be a lack of punk in our room now," Daisy said as she sat down on her bed. "What a shame."
"Whatever," Eva grumbled. "I haven't liked that guy since he and his girlfriend went around voting people off last season."
"I hope Courtney will be okay," DJ said softly as he stroked Bunny's fur.
"Oh, she'll be fine. As long as she has a chance of winning, she's good," Eva muttered. "She'll only be really upset when she gets voted off."
"What a wonderfully cruel thing to say," Daisy said, chuckling. "Say, you guys? You think Yoshi likes me?"
"I'm not staying up late playing 'does he like me' game?" Eva grumbled.
"Fair enough, sweetheart," Daisy said, batting at her bangs. "But you know, I hope you get to be on Cody's team next."
Eva sighed. "Oh God. Please go to sleep."
"Make me!"
"I'll make you eat those words!"
"Bring it on!"
Outside of the room, it sounded like World War 2 to the passing Joel. There were explosions (pillows bursting on impact), roars (Eva), screams of terror (DJ), and hysterical laughter (Daisy). He sighed and shook his head as he continued to the restrooms.
He stopped walking when he noticed Hannah talking to Belinda. The clairvoyant girl was saying good-bye, as she walked off, she passed Mandy. The cultist girl was staring at Hannah, wringing her hands and nervously stroking her tattoo.
"Must be a thinking habit," he thought to himself as he watched her trace the outline of the star.
(Janitor's Closet - Who cares about them? Where's Duncan?!)
Mandy - "Look, I'm gonna come right out and say it: I was a real witch to Hannah, witch with a capital 'W'. I wanted her to take the blame when we lost, and get voted off, because I've been told that Christians are mean and condescending and they don't tolerate anything different than how they think..."
\She scratches her head.\ "But she was like... the most patient person there! She's the only one who isn't any of those things! So... I decided to leave my pride behind, though showing weakness isn't a good thing, because Azathoth is always watching... but he's a jerk of an Old God! I don't like him, bleah!"
"Oh, hello, Mandy," Hannah said, waving at the cultist girl. "Hope you have a good night sleep."
"Wait wait wait," Mandy exclaimed. She ran over to Hannah, paused for a second, then hugged her.
"I'm sorry," she said, halfway to tears, "I'm sorry I was such a mean, wicked, sinister cultist girl on the bus ride today!"
"Hey hey, it's all good," Hannah said, patting her back.
"But I'm evil and mean and unforgiving," she continued. "And you saved my life... so... thank you and all that."
"It's fine."
After blubbering a few more words, including a promise to put in a good word to Cthulhu, Mandy walked off to her room. Hannah smiled at her as she departed, then felt like someone was watching her. She turned to see Joel was beaming at her.
"Awfully nice of you," he said. "She probably thinks of you as her savior now, but she wouldn't like to use that word."
" 'Savior'?" Hannah asked. She tried to think of how Chris's edited clip could give off that image.
Joel pulled out an iPhone from his jumpsuit's breast pocket. He pushed a few buttons and brought up a video, showing it to Hannah. She was surprised to see footage of herself pulling Mandy up from the cliff.
"How'd you get this?"
"Hacked into the unedited footage, and pulled this out. Kind of mean to him to censor out the part where you saved her life."
"Well, that doesn't make news," Hannah said, shyly tucking her hair. "You know how the news is. Gossip and scandals make news, nice stuff doesn't."
"Ah, so true," Joel said, spinning his phone on the corner, from the tip of his finger. As he pocketed it, he added, "Well, good night, Hannah."
"Good night, and God bless. That is, if you don't mind me saying so?"
"No mind at all. In fact, I think it's silly you have to ask that."
She shrugged and said, "Well, you never know."
Joel walked off, hands in his pockets. He sang a little song under his breath, "Can't you see I love my pancreas / golly gee, I love my pancreas-"
"Not bad, Joel."
He stopped when saw the owner of the voice, Belinda, was looking right at him. "Well, if I had been nicer, I would have made sure everyone knew."
"One step at a time, my inventing friend," she said, battering her bangs with a stray finger. "You've made a good impression so far. Just remember no guy ever got the girl unless he was a little forward.
"Even if God may be watching over her," she teased. "And her parents are watching too, that's the actual all-powerful wrath you'll have to watch out for."
"Oh yeah."
As the two continued to chat, Bridgette left her room to get a drink of water, when she Harold practically running out of his room. "Harold, everything okay?" she asked after he ran into the opposite wall.
"Well, last night, Izzy and Heather were arguing, and they used pillows," he explained, "tonight, they're using chairs. Gosh, I'm lucky I got of there without being seriously hurt."
"I'll say. They've been arguing a lot, haven't they?" Bridgette said, looking at the door to Harold's room (it sounded like World War 3 in there, because the noise was unreal).
"Mostly about Ezekiel," Harold said. "What a lucky guy, he's got girls fighting over him. Hard to imagine during TDI, he was voted off first."
"You were his only friend, if I recall," Bridgette said, smiling at him. "You are a real sweetheart, Harold."
He blushed very slightly, and shrugged. "Aw well, niceness is something we were taught in Possum Scouts. There's no badge for it, but I could make one."
(Janitor's Closet - We want more Duncan!)
Bridgette - "It's not like I'm considering being in love with Harold, he's just a sweet guy. A little arrogant about his mad skills," \she giggles at using those words\ "but a nice guy overall. Crystal is funny with her fanon pairing couples."
Hannah - "This show is full of interesting people, and I think most of them are really good folk. Sure, a few of them are giving me a hard time, Chris Maclean included, but I think I will enjoy myself. Just gotta keep the faith." \She laughs, then imitates the host.\ "Faith, you, get it. Hehe."
Belinda - "How did I know Joel liked Hannah? Three simple clues. One, he was looking at her when the cameras weren't looking at him. Two, she's pure as snow, and he's dirty as soot; just on the outside, I kid. Third, I watched enough of the second season to know what type of gal he would like."
Joel - "Yep, I like Hannah. Think that's weird? Hey, sometimes one doesn't even know why your heart goes the way it does. But you know, pairing was something I thought I would avoid. I mean, I'm the inventor guy; I learned a long time ago I'm not the kind of guy girls dream about."
\He shrugs, then takes out his iPhone.\ "Maybe I'm just a dork... but I'd like to make this my wallpaper, of her being someone's guardian angel."
(Meanwhile, at a car shop, somewhere near Maclean Stadium)
Duncan shook a can of spray paint, and began to design. "My mark's gonna be all over this baby. See, I painted the sides black and the roof green to fit my hair. What do you think, gum girl?"
The sounds of puking could be heard nearby, and he rolled his eyes. "Oh c'mon, I wasn't driving that fast."
"Stupid... criminal," she moaned between vomits, "did you learn to... hurk... drive when fleeing from the cops?"
"My parents were cops, so I drove like them," he replied, then he thought to himself, "Weird. That's the first time I bragged about my parents' job. Huh, maybe I'm losing my touch."
He spray painted more skulls on the bus: ones with D+C in them, ones with blood splatters, snakes coming out of their eyes, one wearing a straw hat, and one big one on the front with the letters 'Run faster' on the forehead.
Duncan stepped back and grinned. "Yeah, baby. This is what I'm talking about. Maybe getting voted off isn't so bad if I get to keep this killer bus."
(Voting Confessionals)
Duncan - "I'm voting for Harold. That nerd and I may have a moment or two, but he's still not my favorite guy. Sure, I'm mad at Eva and all, but I want her on my team in case I have to lift a house or something."
Eva - \arms crossed\ "I vote for Anita."
Anita - \hands on her hips\ "I vote for Eva."
Xander - "I mean no offense, but I'm gonna vote for Cody. I like the guy, so this is more of a throwaway vote. Just cannot think of who I would vote off."
Cody - "I'm voting for Duncan, mostly because of TDC and all. That wasn't a fun season for me... except for near the end, when I got to see Izzy's boobs..." \He gets a little nosebleed, and wipes it away real fast.\
Rodney - \poking his fingers together nervously\ "Um, I'm going to vote for Harold. I know it's not really his fault, but he was driving when we crashed. Though it was kind of my fault... or not... or maybe, I dunno."
Harold - "I'm voting for Duncan, because I'd like to get rid of him before he starts putting peanut butter in my clothing... and my shoes... and my bed... and on my glasses... and other places." \He groans.\ "Thinking about it makes me wanna vote for that idiot more."
Yoshi - "I'm voting for Duncan, because he didn't have a license. And he didn't help push... and he kicked the crap out of the car during and after the challenge. Yeeesh.
"Speaking of which..." \he taps his chin\ "I've heard they're scrapping both the jeep and the pink beetle, making them into one car. Pink jeep... bleah."
(Couple days later.)
Yoshi picked up a newspaper and read the article on the front as he ate breakfast. "So some girl named Lauren won the pink jeep? Eww." [1]
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Votes:
Duncan - Harold
Eva - Anita
Yoshi - Duncan
Xander - Cody
Cody - Duncan
Anita - Eva
Rodney - Harold
Harold - Duncan
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Duncan - 3
Harold - 2
Cody - 1
Anita - 1
Eva - 1
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Voted Off List - Sandra, Duncan.
[1] - A girl named Lauren owning a pink jeep only if are watching Stoked, and also paying close attention. Booyah, I made a reference to it before anyone else did!
Next Up: Metal Gear Solid 5: Well Not Really, But It Should Be Fun.