Ugh. War movie? One of the most boring episodes right here. Can we just bring Courtney in already? And I can't skip this one. On the bright side, I decided to make a change. Thanks for reviewing, Gage The Hedgehog.

Owen came back, of course, his jaws wired shut. From then on, he'd be having trouble with eating, but he promised not to sue.

The Gaffers were still pretty mad at Leshawna. Even Harold referred to her as "my valued and somewhat untrustworthy teammate".

On the break, I decided to hang out with my teammates for once. Beth had become more boring, mentioning her boyfriend every five minutes. Izzy just laughed at her. I mostly hung out with Lindsay and Beth, playing stupid games to pass the time and making friends with them – though I had to draw the line when Lindsay said I should have a new look and offered to give me a "skater girl" makeover.

But that evening, it all fell apart. Chris called us all to the theatre – and laughed when he saw us looking nervous. "Don't worry, I'm not eliminating anyone. Yet. But I want to rectify a little unfairness I've been noticing in the game lately, which is no fault of the players."

The rest of us exchanged glances.

"You see," Chris continued, "When we split the teams, for some reason, the Killer Grips got an extra contestant. Right now, there are six Grips and four Gaffers. And that's unfair. And the only way to change this is to move one of the Grips over to the Gaffers' side!"

The six of us all exchanged glances. Which Grip, though? Beth and Lindsay grasped each other's hands, putting their other hands on Justin, and Izzy clung to Owen.

"Wonderful to see all of the team spirit!" Chris said brightly. "Looks like the choice is going to be obvious. Screaming Gaffers, say hello to your new teammate – Stephanie!"

I pretended to be sad, gave a thumbs up to my old team, and went to join the Gaffers for the rest of the team competition.

To be honest, I was super psyched to be a Gaffer. It was great to be back on the same team as Duncan. And despite the whole spa night thing...well, Leshawna would be great to hang with. And I knew from last season that Harold could strike the final blow in a win, since he won the first two Killer Bass challenges. Of course, being a Gaffer also meant I had to deal with Heather 24-7, not just during the time I spent in the trailer, but I could handle her. That night, I took particular pleasure in brushing out my long dark hair in front of her.

"Don't you have any hair dye, Steph?" Lindsay asked, also brushing her hair. "Your roots are showing a lot."

"Is it horrible?" I asked anxiously.

"I guess it kind of looks natural." Lindsay said, after some thought. "You can borrow one of my bandannas, if you want." Then she paused, and said "I mean, if we were still on the same team, you could, but-"

I cut her off. "Chill. Just because I'm not a Grip any more doesn't mean I have to act like I hate you, Linds." I turned to the other Grips. "Izzy, Beth, do you guys hate me?"

Beth gave it some serious thoughs, and said "You were a little mean sometimes...but I don't hate anyone. You were nice most of the time."

Izzy cackled and somersaulted her way over to me. "How could I ever hate you, Steph? You and me, we're like this." She crossed her fingers. "Twisted and true friends!" She cackled again.

But then, it came to the next day. Challenges were back on, and those three girls, plus Justin and Owen, were the enemy. Anyway, Owen was in trouble. His blended meals meant that he was stuck in the bathroom all morning, while we were all left to wait – for some reason, he was trying to do his business, but couldn't. All the other bathrooms were out of order. Chef had made another blended concoction to help Owen...you know, go...but he refused it and Leshawna tried it instead.

After half an hour, Chris called us out. "Today, we're all about war movies," he told us, "So look lively, you-"

"Buckets of horse doo-doo!" Chef chipped in.

"So, get ready for the first death-defying challenge, you-"

"Disgusting slimy crustaceans!"

"Move it, privates!" Chris ordered. "Fall in."

"Sir, yes, Sir!" we chorused.

Harold boasted about being great at wars in virtual reality, and then about his Num-Yo – like numchucks but yo-yos. But not great when your opponent sticks out a branch.

"Harold just took a Num-Yo to the num-yo!" Duncan called out. Leshawna, Heather and I all giggled. "What a loser!"

Chris decided to blindfold us all before he led us into the first set – a WWI plane. After we took them off, he told us that we had to jump out of it.

"If we live, I was thinking I should totally be our team's admiral!" Lindsay spoke up to her teammates. Huh, it would be weird not thinking of her as one of my teammates.

"Admirals are in charge of sailors." Beth told her. "Generals are in charge of soldiers, generally."

"But Admiral sounds cuter!" Lindsay argued. "So from now on, I'd like to be called Admiral Lindsay, Her Hotness, okay?"

Justin went over to the two girls. "Beth, Lindsay, I wanna propose something, but don't get excited, it's not marriage." He laughed, but both of them looked blank. Justin wanted them to jump before him, to act as a soft landing.

Neither girl agreed. And to be honest, I could see why. Something was missing from earlier on. Justin had dazzled me, too, but now, for some reason, his looks didn't feel so dazzling. Maybe it was from seeing him every day.

Chris called us out to get jumping.

Izzy was the first. "Woohoo!" she exclaimed. "Tell my pet rock I love her!"

One by one, each of us exited the plane, screaming all the way...until we landed on a mattress. We'd been punked, thinking we were miles up in the air.

The second part of the challenge was creating paintball explosives. The most creative and controlled splatter won.

Harold started spouting some chemistry mumbo-jumbo until I spoke up. "Harold, get to the freaking point!" I snapped. "We're on limited time, so just use little words and tell us how to get the explosion to do what we want!"

"I agree." Heather added. "Try speaking in English!"

Duncan was already getting to work. Leshawna looked at him and said kindly to Harold "I think we'll have to stick with Duncan, honey."

"But why?" Harold asked, dejected.

"Vandal boy beats big chem nerd." Heather said bluntly. "It's a simple equation."

I shrugged and followed the girls. There was a time and a place for Harold's nerdiness, and this wasn't it.

Soon, we were ready. Chris handed Duncan the lever. "Time for a little punk rock!"

The ink turned into a skull. We'd been right – Duncan was awesome! As for the Killer Grips, Izzy insisted her imaginary friend Explosivo had done everything and created something uncontrolled. So we won!

"It is my honour to present your prize:" Chris said, as Chef wheeled it over. "The big trunk of mindblowing secrets! You'll be defending it with your very lives..."

This trailed off into a 'when we return' cut to ads, but still. Chef tried to give Owen another medicinal blend, but he refused it, and for the second time, Leshawna took it. But it looked like she was going to suffer.

Anyway, our last challenge was to keep the Grips from stealing our trunk. If we won, we got to see what was inside.

I picked the trunk up. "It's very light." I said out loud. "Oh, I know! Every story has this. There's nothing in it."

But Chris wouldn't confirm that, and the rest of the team believed there was something in it.

We had no real place to protect it. Duncan decided to start setting booby traps, so I came along. "You three figure out a way to protect it, if the Grips even get here." I said. "We'll make sure it doesn't come to that."

"Duncan, Stephanie, the rest of us have agreed on an actual plan. If you don't mind, we could use a little help." Harold protested.

"If you wouldn't mind, I could use a little shut your useless pie hole." Duncan retorted. "I'm busy."

"And we are helping." I added. "You dig the hole, we make sure the Grips don't get to the hole."

I was sure the Grips wouldn't even see it coming. Not with Lindsay leading them. They went straight onto the net, and got sent hurling back.

After that, Duncan and I headed for the hole that the others had dug.

"Ew!" I exclaimed, holding my nose. "This is worse than Owen!"

It turned out to be the effect of all the blended things Leshawna had been drinking. "I'm sorry." she said. "I feel like I really let the team down."

"You think!" snapped Duncan. "Harold, what have you been doing all this time?"

"Trying to keep the team together! No thanks to you, or your goth girlfriend, or Miss Toxic Emissions over there!"

"Blame Chef!" Leshawna interjected. "He made the stupid smoothies!"

"They were for Owen, not you!" I shot back. "And Harold, stop acting like you're so awesome! We didn't leave to be useless – we left so we would be helpful to you guys later!"

But it was Leshawna's gas that saved us. Yeah, with Heather gone and just the three of us against all of the Grips (except for "Her Hotness"), the odds weren't good, but Duncan and I decided to throw Harold a bone. He was trying so hard, so we turned Leshawna around, and they were blinded by the green emissons, causing Harold to get the upper hand. Duncan and I congratulated him.

"See what I'm saying?" I said, draping a friendly arm around his shoulder. "We value you, Harold. It's not that we don't – it's just that sometimes, the rest of us wanna step up and do something. But this time, it was all you."

We had won, while the Grips would have to go to a Gilded Chris ceremony. As for the trunk, we were allowed to open it. Inside was...

"I knew it!" I exclaimed. "Nothing!" The boys were devastated, though, so I walked back to the trailers with them, reminding them how much worse it could be. Hey, we didn't have to get rid of anyone. Yet.

Izzy was voted off that night. She wouldn't be back this time. And one of the most boring challenges of all time was over.

What a relief! Sorry if you liked this challenge, but it bored me.