Last time, on Revenge of the Island! Our campers went on a safari hunting for wild mutant game! The Mutant Maggots got an early lead but the Toxic Rats totally thrashed them with Scott's amazing ability to serenade bears with his beautiful imitation of a dying piglet. An ability he only shared after Scarlett revealed she knew all about his strategy. Meanwhile, Topher raided MY trailer and was turned in by his teammate Sam. Topher got sent to exile in Boney Island and Sam got his GameGuy back as a reward. But it was bothersome beatboxer Beardo who got voted off by his peers. 22 remain. And things are only going to get harder for them, right here on Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!
Intro plays.
Boney Island is shrouded in morning mist. Everything on the island seems to be a different macabre shade of gray, and a rock formation shaped like a skull dominates the landscape. There is rustling in a nearby bush. Topher pops his head out, with sticks and leaves sticking out of his blonde quaffed hair. He looks skittish and on-edge.
TOPHER CONFESSIONAL: As an aspiring TV host, I should be adjusted to the wilderness conditions that a host of something like Total Drama would be exposed to. Emphasis on 'SHOULD be'.
Topher looks around, seemingly relieved. Right when he lets his guard down, a giant wooly beaver emerges from the same bush Topher is in. He yelps before clamoring out of the bush and running away, with the angry beaver pursuing close behind.
An airhorn pierces through the air and scares the beaver off.
"Alright, kid, time to go."
It's Chef, as nonplussed as usual, who offers Topher a way out of his night of terror.
Back at the boy's cabin for the Rats, Sam looks forlornly at Topher's empty bed. "Hey… what do you guys think of Topher stealing all that stuff? Pretty crazy, right?"
"Who cares about pretty boy?" Scott sneers.
"Does anyone know who turned him in?" Rodney asks.
"Uh, yeah," Sam replies hesitantly. "It was me, actually."
"What?" Scott, Rodney, and Lightning all say in unison. B, of course, remains silent.
SCOTT CONFESSIONAL: If Sam turned in Topher, what's to stop him from tattling on me if he sees me doing something shady? He's a liability. I'll have to cut him loose the next chance I get. But for now, I need to make sure Sam doesn't go blabbing anymore secrets…
Scott's rat-like face twists into an attempt at a kind, sympathetic smile. "It's okay, Sam. You did the RIGHT thing. We understand, right, guys?"
"Yeah! I guess," Rodney replies in an attempt to conform.
"Whatever. That Topher guy was shady anyway," Lightning adds.
Sam's mood seems to perk up a bit. "Thanks, guys."
SAM CONFESSIONAL: Wow, they're handling it better than I expected. I guess Topher isn't that valued here.
In the Maggots' male cabin, Dave continues to struggle to adapt to Camp Wawanakwa life. "Do you think they ever wash these beds?" He says while tensely examining his bunk. He pulls out the same pair of Harold's underwear that was turned into a s'more in season one. Year-old marshmallow and graham-cracker crust cake the piece of cloth. "Ew!" Dave throws it across the room in disgust and it hits Cameron in the face.
"Ow!" Cameron exclaims, followed by a series of coughs.
"Still sick, Cam?" Mike asks, concerned.
"Yeah," Cameron affirms. "Maybe going from the sanitized, environmentally-controlled environment of my home to a remote island filled with nuclear waste was not the wisest decision."
"To be fair, we didn't know that this island would be full of toxic waste," Shawn concedes. "They never tell you stuff like that. You ever wonder where this toxic waste is coming from? Do you think they put it here on purpose just to see if we'd turn into superbeings that they can use against a potential alien invasion?" Shawn's tone speeds up as he talks, emphasizing his paranoia.
"The TV producers wouldn't actually put us in danger," Brick says, smiling nervously. "Right?"
Silence follows as the five boys exchange wary glances. Cameron coughs again.
As the contestants walk into the mess hall for their daily dose of slop that only barely qualifies as edible, Scarlett pulls Scott aside. "Scott, could you come here for a minute?"
"You again. Why are you SO obsessed with me?"
SCARLETT CONFESSIONAL: I'm "so obsessed" with him because he's an idiot with no morals. Which means he will do anything without questioning.
"Take a look at this." Scarlett pulls out a sheet of graph paper. "What do you see here?"
"What do I look like, some sort of… reading… guy?"
Scarlett ignores Scott's shortcomings. "This is a table I designed of our entire team. This spreadsheet contains all the strengths, weaknesses, and any other traits I've noticed of the Toxic Rats."
"...So?"
"...SO, this is our key to strategically manipulate the team. I've assigned numerical values to various traits, including, but not exclusive to - popularity, strategy, physical strength, endurance, intelligence-"
"I still haven't got an answer as to why you're telling me all of this, lady."
"I need an alliance member, Scott. And you seem more than capable of working well with me."
Scott feigns a look of pondering before saying, "OK, deal."
SCOTT CONFESSIONAL: I'll string her along for a little while but I'll REALLY be the one in control. Gotta humor the ladies when they gots a crush on ol' Scotty.
SCARLETT CONFESSIONAL: I'll string him along for a little while but I'll REALLY be the one in control. Only hangup is he thinks I'm somehow attracted to him. (Scarlett shudders in disgust.)
"What's our first move then?" Scott asks.
"Well, I say it's a good strategy to target someone who is good enough in challenges to be a threat in the future, but lacks the social connections to be held in high standing within the team. Someone smart, but not particularly talkative."
"You?" Scott asks stupidly.
"No! I was thinking… B."
They both look through the window of the mess hall where B hesitantly examines his food. The amorphous blob of food begins to move. B pulls a hammer out of the inside of his jacket and slams it down on the meal, which twitches and stops moving.
SCOTT CONFESSIONAL: Perfect. I've been trying to get B out for so long. I don't trust anyone that doesn't speak. Pappy says to never trust the silent types.
The players eat their food and chat idly. The door to the mess hall is violently thrown open. Topher, looking disheveled and bruised from his sojourn to Boney Island, dramatically enters the room and collapses.
"Oh, dear," Ella comments.
Topher climbs to his feet and brushes himself off. "Ah, no biggie. I'm alright." His face lowers to a more serious expression. "I'm sure you're all wondering who sent me to Boney Island. What kind of MONSTER would do such a thing, you ask?"
He receives only blank stares in reply.
JASMINE CONFESSIONAL: The thing about Topher is that he simply hasn't made any connections here. The only two people he really cares about are himself and Chris. He's like Dakota in that I don't even think he cares about the game; he just wants to be on TV.
Topher tries to ignore the lack of enthusiasm and uses his most authoritative host voice to announce the traitor among their ranks. "The person who betrayed me is none other than…"
Chris enters the room and throws his hands up. "Good morning, campers!" Chris turns his attention to Topher and glowers. "...oh, look. It's Jean Valjean over here."
"John Val-what? I thought his name was Topher!" Lightning says, confused..
Cameron raises his index finger and clarifies Chris' literary allusion. "Jean Valjean is the central protagonist of Victor Hugo's 1862 novel 'Les Misérables'. He is imprisoned for stealing bread for his family. But if Chris' nickname was meant to be derogatory in nature, it doesn't track. Jean Valjean's minor act of larceny was framed as morally justified as it was for his starving family." Cameron pronounces all the French names with perfect intonation before having a violent coughing fit.
"Don't care. A thief's a thief," Chris declares.
"It was SAM!" Topher interjects.
Sam stops chewing mid-bite and stares out at the crowd awkwardly. "Uhh…"
"Sam knew I raided Chris' trailer and told on me!"
"We know. He told us," Scott replies.
"What?"
"Yeah. And we're fine with it. Right, team?" Scott goads on his teammates.
"This is the first time I'm hearing about it," Jasmine says.
"Well, Sam told the guys' cabin. And us guys, we all trust each other," Scott smirks.
"And what's THAT supposed to mean?" Amy prickles at the air of misogyny.
Topher puts up his own protests. "Why does no one care about my betrayal and HORRIFIC PUNISHMENT?" Do you know how long it took to get my skin this perfect? All these scars and scratches have set me back months!"
The Toxic Rats begin bickering feverishly.
SCARLETT CONFESSIONAL: What is Scott DOING? I assume he is trying to drive a wedge between the rest of the team and Topher, who he - for some inexplicable reason - sees as a threat. But he's terrible at working the interpersonal angle and terrible at making friends. All he knows how to do is insult people. If he wouldn't act on his own accord and start listening to me, he'd be a lot better off.
TOPHER CONFESSIONAL: Why are they taking Sam's side? He's overweight, lazy, and completely useless! I have to get the team to see I'm the more valuable player here.
The clamor in the cafeteria continues as the contestants bicker. They're interrupted when the door swings open and Chris McLean saunters in with his characteristic grin. "Morning, campers! Hope you're all ready for a brand-new challenge!" Chris announces, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The contestants shift their focus to Chris, momentarily setting aside their disputes. Chris revels in the theatricality of the moment. "This challenge is a summer camp classic! A boat race!" Chris exclaims, spreading his arms wide for emphasis.
No one shows any sign of enthusiasm, which Chris ignores. "You heard it right! To make things more interesting, you all will have to build the boats yourselves. I had the interns move some of the junk from the shelter-building challenge to the beachside."
"This should be easy, we've got B on our team!" Sam says. "He can build anything." B smiles slightly at the praise and high-fives Sam. Scarlett smirks deviously in the background.
The contestants disperse to the beach. "You have 90 minutes to build a boat," Chris declares. "GO!"
On the Maggots' side, Cameron, despite his weakened state, uses his knowledge and keen observations of the materials available to suggest a sturdy boat design. "Let's see… our boat could be designed with a catamaran frame using these PVC pipes for structure and recycled plastic barrels as pontoons. Low center of mass and strategic weight distribution enhance stability."
"That doesn't make any sense," Sugar scoffs. "We should use this skateboard!" Sugar pulls out a small broken skateboard from the trash heap.
"We don't need wheels. It's WATER," Jo retorts.
"What were you saying we need, Cam?" Mike tries to bring the conversation back around to Cameron's idea.
"PVC pipes or a similar alternative for a framework and plastic barrels to help flotation. I can organize the weight distribution," Cameron repeats.
"We can also use duct tape as a waterproof sealant," Shawn adds his survivalist expertise to the boat's concept.
"And some long pieces of wood for oars!" Zoey adds. She shares a glance with Mike.
Mike, Zoey, and Shawn pitch in with their own ideas, while Dave reluctantly gathers materials, still grumbling about unsanitary conditions. He delicately sorts through the trash, careful not to get any on himself. He comes across some boards of dark wood. "Wait, guys, here's some-"
Before he can finish his sentence, Scarlett grabs the wood from him. "Hey!" Dave cries. She ignores him and takes some similarly-colored wood nearby. Scarlett seems to strain under the unusual weight of the wood. Her legs buckle as she places it all in a separate pile and she falls to the ground, exhausted.
"What is all this?" Scott asks.
Scarlett catches her breath and speaks in a hushed voice. "This is a type of ironwood. Ostrya virginiana to be exact."
"Austrian what-now?"
"...it doesn't matter. What matters is that ironwood doesn't float," Scarlett says, barely above a whisper. "I need you to get these to B, so when he builds our boat, it sinks."
"But if the boat sinks, won't everyone know I gave the bad wood to B?"
"What's B going to do, tell everybody? I don't know if you've noticed but he's not exactly the chatty type."
Scott smirks. "Right…"
Scott walks up to B and taps him on the shoulder. "I think everyone agrees a brilliant engineer like you should be in charge of building our boat. Look over there, I set aside some wood for you."
B looks over at the wood. He raises an eyebrow but his suspicions seem to quickly fade. He nods in thankfulness.
Topher keeps running his hand through his hair as he watches everyone else gather materials. "I don't want to be useless…" He takes a step towards the materials pile and immediately steps on a rake that hits him in the face. "Ow! Not the collagen!"
Dawn puts a hand on his shoulder. "Your insecurity about your physical appearance and your admiration for Chris stems from a desire for paternal external validation because your father neglected you."
TOPHER CONFESSIONAL: That's not… I don't… (he breaks down in tears) I just want my dad to notice me!
The Mutant Maggots' boat is quickly taking shape. Sky sorts through the salvaged materials. "We were able to find everything but the duct tape," she reports.
"That's fine. Do we really need duct tape? I mean, I don't see why making it waterproof is a big deal, it will float perfectly fine without it" Dave says, trying to support Sky.
"It is pretty essential for boat construction. It ensures the vessel remains watertight and buoyant," Cameron says.
"I got something that will make it waterproof!" Anne Maria declares. She takes out her hairspray and proudly grins. "My hairspray. It's, like, the perfect tool for keeping my hair dry."
Before anyone has time to interject, Anne Maria sprays a massive cloud of thick aerosol all over the boat. Everyone within a certain radius begins coughing.
"Is this stuff safe to breathe in?" Dave wheezes. "I heard it can… hinder brain development."
"Ah, relax. I've been using this stuff since I was a kid and my brain is perfectly 'developatated'," Anne Maria dismisses with a casual wave. The others exchange wary glances. "Plus, at least your lungs are now waterproof, too."
Back at the Toxic Rats' side of the beach, Scott drops off a large fan next to B. "Here you go, B, this fan could-" Scott notices B is using a different material than the ironwood that was set aside by Scarlett. "Hey, wait a minute, why aren't you using the wood I gave you?"
B shakes his head and makes a motion with his hands indicating a boat sinking. It's clear he knows that the ironwood is not buoyant.
SCOTT CONFESSIONAL: I - I mean, Scarlett - should have known that B would be able to recognize different types of wood. What an idiot! (Scott shifts his weight and accidentally falls into the confessional toilet.)
"Hey, B, here's a tarp I found. They could be of use. You know, for a sail." Samey drops off a large plastic tarp next to the boat in progress.
Amy, nearby, is quick to judge. "A sail? Really? This is a race, not a casual boat ride!"
AMY CONFESSIONAL: Samey thinks she's so like, a team player, and valuable and stuff, but she's not. I just have to make the team see that.
Amy spots a sharp metal pole amid the trash heap. With a sly demeanor, she grabs it and discreetly starts poking strategic holes in various sections of the tarp. She laughs sinisterly to herself. Only one person notices Amy's sabotage - Scarlett. Scarlett, however, decides to not say anything, as this sabotage could serve her own interests.
After 90 minutes, Chris declares the building phase over. "Alright, campers! Put down your tools, your time is UP! Get your boats down to the beach!"
Chris saunters down the beach, an air of anticipation hanging in the salty breeze. The contestants are both eager and apprehensive while Chris regards the boats with a mix of amusement and skepticism. "Well, well, well! Look at this motley crew of watercraft. I hope you guys put your blood, sweat, and tears into these builds. Actually, I don't, because that would be gross." He walks to the Maggots' boat.
"Behold, Chris!" Cameron says. "Our Wawanakwa catamaran!" Cameron puts his hand up to rest on his team's creation but his boost of confidence is quickly betrayed when he loses his balance and falls. He picks himself up and dusts some sand off.
"So, Cam, how did you plan this out?"
"It's all about strategic weight distribution and a low center of mass to ensure maximum stability."
"Yeah, sounds great. You know, it's way better TV if you make a cruddy boat. Maybe the Rats can serve up something good. And by that, I mean bad." He walks over to the Rats' boat. "What's the scoop here?"
B, a man of few words, gestures to the boat, his expression revealing little. It's a large wooden raft featuring a plastic sail and a large fan to blow into it.
"Eloquent as always, B. Looks like this one's letting its nautical craftsmanship do the talking." Chris moves back to a central position. "It's time to put these boats to the test. Get ready for a wild ride! Your goal is to get to the dingy out in the ocean and back. The first team to make it back to this very spot wins invincibility, while the losers... well, let's just say it won't be smooth sailing for them."
The teams move their boats to the shoreline.
"On your marks...Get set...GO!"
The teams launch their boats into the water. The Maggots push off with their oars while Rodney struggles with the fan.
"Come on, lunkhead!" Amy snaps. "Turn it on!"
"Uhh, I can't tell which one is the power switch," Rodney stammers. "The buttons are in Russian or something."
Jasmine takes a quick glance at the controls. "There's only one button, and it's in English! Just press it!"
"Uh, okay," Rodney presses it and the fan whirs to life.
"Samey, open the sail!" Jasmine commands. Samey pulls a rope and unveils the large tarp, which is riddled with holes.
"Nice going, Samey!" Amy sneers. "Your stupid sail is broken!"
"I didn't- It wasn't-"
"I saw it was B who got the sail, not Samey," Scarlett interjects.
"Amy's always trying to blame her sister for stuff she hasn't done!" Sam adds.
B makes a hand signal indicating he didn't get the sail and points at Samey.
"Samey, did you get the sail? Yes or no?" Jasmine demands.
Samey hesitates. "No…"
SAMEY CONFESSIONAL: What was I supposed to do? I don't want to lie, but I'm just beginning to feel like my own person here! I don't want to get voted off right when I'm finally free from my sister's shadow!
"It's an honest mistake, B, it could happen to anyone," Sam says. "Just own up to it." B remains obstinate, further cementing the perception of his team that he's stubborn and unyielding.
"Whatever. Lightning will be the motor!" Lightning plunges into the water, swimming to the back of the boat and pushing it forward. Struggling beneath the weight, he manages to get the boat moving. Suddenly, he cries out in pain. "Agh!" Lifting his leg from the water, a large mutated fish with fangs clings to it.
"Oh, yeah!" Chris chimes in. "As always, watch out for the natural wildlife!"
The Mutant Maggots are way ahead as Brick and Mike expertly operate the two oars.
"There's the dingy!" Zoey says as the boat approaches the halfway point.
Mike lifts his oar out of the water to take another stroke only to discover a mere stub where a full-length oar had existed just moments ago. "Uh, that's not what it looked like five seconds ago…"
A large mutated shark jumps out of the water and grabs Brick's oar. "Gah!" Brick yelps. He instinctively recoils and relinquishes his oar.
"What was that?" Sky cries.
"A SHARK!" Dave yelps. "HELP! HELP!" Dave panics, frantically waving for the attention of Chris or Chef. Jo, however, maintains a composed scrutiny of the scene. The shark, now trailing several meters behind them, appears more interested in gnawing on the wooden oars. A bizarre fusion of brown fur and buck teeth suggests a beaver's DNA intermingled with the shark's due to toxic waste exposure.
"A sheaver!" Shawn declares. He gets confused looks from his team. "A… shark beaver?"
"So all we need is an oar that isn't wood. Easy!" Sugar pulls off a piece of the PVC pipe making up the framework of the boat.
"Wait, don't! The weight was calculated to be perfectly distributed!" Cameron cries, but it's too left side of the boat abruptly dips into the water.
"Oops," Sugar admits sheepishly.
Back at the Rats boat, the team struggles to find any way to move forward while Lightning nurses his bite wound. "Don't they know these calves won the Super Bowl? I can't risk getting them injured!"
"You won the Super Bowl?" Samey asks, doubtful.
"Well… technically I haven't YET, but I will in the future. So basically I have." Some of the more irritable team members roll their eyes at this.
Topher stares forward and his gaze rests on the fan. "Wait!" He turns to B. "B, give me a screwdriver." B pulls out a screwdriver from his coat. Topher goes over to the fan and unscrews the crate. Then he unscrews the individual blades. "We can use these as oars!"
"Good thinking, Topher!" Jasmine praises.
TOPHER CONFESSIONAL: Finally proving I'm not useless! Once I get my safety squared away, I can focus on more important things…
Jasmine, Rodney, Scott and Lightning each take a fan blade and all four begin paddling forward. They begin to gain ground on the struggling Maggots.
"We can't use only one paddle, then we'll just be going in circles!" Jo argues as the Maggots boat continues to take on water.
"Just take a pipe off from the other side! It will balance the weight!" Brick suggests.
Cameron interjects, voicing his concern, "Altering the structure might destabilize the boat further!"
"It's not like we have much choice, they're gaining on us!" Anne Maria pulls off another pipe from the opposing side. Surprisingly, the boat rebalances itself.
"Huh, that actually worked," Cameron remarks.
"Brick! Mike! Take the oars!" Anne Maria commands. The makeshift oars are handed to Brick and Mike. They begin paddling and circle the dingy. However, the hollow nature of the PVC pipe oars makes them go slower than they were going normally.
The Toxic Rats, with their fan-blade oars, begin gaining ground. "Come on!" Topher commands. "We can still win this!"
The Maggots struggle to keep their lead, their boat riding low in the water. "Give me that!" Jo grabs the pipe oar from Mike and begins paddling herself.
The Rats, fueled by determination, close the gap, inch by inch. Tension hangs in the air as the contestants push their boats, and their muscles, to the limit.
Chris, watching from the shore, provides commentary. "It's a neck-and-neck competition! The Maggots are desperately holding onto their lead, but the Rats are relentless in their pursuit!"
As the boats approach the finish line, the Rats make a final push forward. The Maggots fight back with all they've got. At the shoreline, one boat makes it to land just a few seconds earlier. It's the Maggots.
"The Maggots win immunity!" Chris declares. The Maggots cheer. The Rats hang their heads in frustration and shame.
"Nice going…uh, who are we blaming for this? B? Samey? I'm confused," Lightning says.
Scott says "B!" and Amy says "Samey!" at the same time. B and Samey exchange worried glances and the rest of the team seems puzzled.
SAMEY CONFESSIONAL: If B gets voted out, I'll feel so guilty for lying. But if I get voted out, then my sister gets the last laugh. Either way, the results of this vote are going to haunt me!
SCOTT CONFESSIONAL: I don't understand how the sail wound up shredded, but if it can put a target on B's back, I'm all for it.
TOPHER CONFESSIONAL: We may have lost the challenge, but I proved my worth to the team! This morning I thought I would be on the chopping block, but now it's smooth sailing!
It's dusk again, and Chris stands at the front of the dimly lit campfire ceremony area. The Toxic Rats sit nervously on wooden logs, their eyes shifting between each other as tension fills the air. The flickering flames cast shadows on their faces.
"Welcome, Toxic Rats, to your elimination ceremony. Tonight, one of you will be given the toxic marshmallow, take the Boat of Losers, and your journey on Revenge of the Island will come to an end," Chris announces with a sinister grin. Chef opens the metal box containing the toxic marshmallow, which emits an unnatural droning sound.
Jasmine folds her arms, looking stoic and determined. Amy shoots a confident smirk across the fire, while Samey fidgets nervously, glancing around at her teammates.
"The first marshmallow goes to Jasmine," Chris tosses the marshmallow to Jasmine, who catches it effortlessly. She nods, acknowledging her safety.
"The next marshmallow goes to…Scarlett."
Scarlett smirks confidently as the second marshmallow is thrown her way.
"Next marshmallow goes to... Dawn," Chris declares. Dawn gives a subtle smile, accepting her marshmallow with grace.
Samey bites her lip, anxiety creeping into her eyes. Scott glares at the fire, seemingly unbothered. B nervously adjusts his hat, unsure of what's about to unfold.
"The fourth marshmallow," Chris pauses for effect, "Goes to Topher."
"Wise choice!" Topher catches his sugary token of safety.
Chris draws out the suspense before announcing, "Scott, you're also safe."
Scott smirks confidently and takes his marshmallow.
"Sam. Rodney. Here's your marshmallows." Chris tosses marshmallows to the both of them.
"Yo, Chris, where's Lightning's marshmallow?" Lightning interjects.
"Right here, buddy," Chris tosses Lightning a marshmallow, indicating he is also safe. "Unfortunately."
"You mean, pro-fortunately!" Lightning corrects, making up a word.
Amy, Samey, and B remain marshmallow-less. B and Samey wait nervously while Amy holds an expression of contempt.
"The second-to-last marshmallow goes to…Amy."
"Finally!" Amy snaps,
"Now we're down to the final two. Samey and B," Chris says, elongating the moment. The campers exchange worried glances, uncertain of the outcome.
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Samey accepts her marshmallow but seems ashamed about it, fully conscious that her inability to tell the truth led to B's elimination. B makes frantic hand motions and facial expressions to try and prove his innocence, but it just seems incoherent.
"Sorry, B. Looks like your vow of silence means you couldn't defend yourself," Chris says, somewhat tauntingly.
B stands up, nodding silently.
"Sorry man, but you can't just lie to the team like that," Rodney explains. "You may be good at building stuff, but we barely know you. And that wasn't trustworthy at all."
Scott wastes no time to jab the sharp sting of defeat in deeper. "Yeah, 'Beverly'. Try being honest next time."
B rolls his eyes. He takes one last look at his team - their expressions ranging from relief to regret to indifference - and leaves the campfire.
At the dock, Chef raises the hose to perform the Detox of Shame. "Don't move, kid." Chef sprays B down with a blast of water from the hose to clear off any lingering radiation. B's hat gets blasted off from the force of the water. He picks it up off the dock and tries to salvage what little dignity he has left by taking the boat ride in silence.
"Any last words, B?" Chris teases. "Any words at all?" B changes nothing about his vocal demeanor, leaving his voice a mystery. The boat putters off.
Chris turns to the camera. "Well, that's a shame. The only contestant who doesn't talk is gone. I wish the rest of these teens could take a lesson from him and learn how to be quiet once in a while. Who's next in line to go? Who will be the last one standing? Find out right here, on Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!"