Review time!
Doctor Brain: Thanks! I'm not saying when or who's going to figure that out, or whether anyone's coming back :3 But I can confirm three things: one, Zeke's staying normal; two, Chris only rigs the tiebreakers when the Misfits are involved; otherwise the tiebreakers proceed normally; and three, Chapter 25's challenge is actually completely original. Scarlett Fever IS going to be adapted in Season Four, but in this story she's not evil, just has a repressed angry side.
StarHeart Specials: And I'm looking forward to writing it! The whole reason they conceived Total Drama was to prove that popular people (like them) would always triumph over unpopular people (like their writers, one of whom is the reason Chris' career tanked in the first place). However, their efforts are actually serving to blur the boundaries and neither of them are aware of it; the Misfits are beginning to stand up for themselves and other non-Misfit groups are starting to side with them.
Lara2244: Thanks! Noah and Alejandro's rivalry will reach critical mass come Season Three. What that'll entail you'll need to wait and see.
Gucci Mane LaFlare: Thanks! We'll get some more indications after Aftermath IV!
Friday, November 3, 2017
"Last time on Total Drama – we had it in the bag! [Courtney carrying a LOT of bags] Yes, our contestants COULD handle Halloween. Some better than others. [Zeke getting thrown into the wall] Three teams that totally aren't a reference to crappy cereal went hunting for colored bags of candy hidden all over the island. [Devin taking the poorly-hidden blue bags] The Vicious Vampires lived up to their names [Josee's tantrum], The Magnificent Monsters really were [Owen obtaining the golden bag], and for a team named the Grouchy Ghosts they didn't have that much spirit. [Crimson badmouthing Halloween] The Monsters won, and the Vamps didn't. A tie between two people, unpopular in-team Josee and unpopular period Zeke [the tiebreaker] resulted in Zeke going back to home, but not to homeschool. [Zeke's elimination]"
Chris stood at the Dock of Shame. "Sixty-six contestants remain. Who's going to taste victory and who'll be eating my dust? Find out in today's episode of
"Total.
"Drama!"
Theme song
*Instrumental*
A camera appeared from the bushes, scaring off a squirrel. Another came from a tree, startling a blue jay. The third popped out of the ground, hitting a passing Harold in the groin. Duncan and Jacques laughed at him.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine
You guys are on my mind
The camera flew across the island, passing Chris on a beach chair getting massaged by an intern, Dawn meditating with Zoey, Brady and Beth on a rope swing together, Leonard and Tammy casting "spells" while Ella watched, Crimson and Ennui staring blankly into space, and Chet and Lorenzo fighting to the disapproval of Ellody and Mary.
You asked me what I wanted to be
And now I think it's plain to see
DJ, Miles, and Laurie were one with the animals. That is, until a mutant gopher showed up. They screamed and ran away. Pan to Scott, Lightning, and Jo, who'd disrupted the session with the gopher. They high-fived.
I wanna be famous
Heather, Josee, and Taylor battled it out on a rubber raft. The raft fell off a waterfall, taking them with it. Bridgette, Geoff, and Brody watched.
*Instrumental*
The three girls found Owen underwater. Owen farted, sending the rivals and more than a few dead fish to the surface. Above, Zeke, Mike, and Rodney were fishing in a little boat when the lake became littered with fish and three teenage girls. Zeke grabbed one of the dead fish and triumphantly held it over his head, while Rodney began checking out Taylor's rear.
I want to live close to the sun
Well, pack your bags cause I've already won.
At one of the beaches, Katie and Sadie admired Justin. Behind them, Justin's ex Lauren sighed sadly. On the other side of the beach, Izzy, wearing a spider costume, was chasing Cameron, Dakota, and Sam for no apparent reason.
Everything to prove nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Chef was cooking some disgusting green slop in the cafeteria. Kitty and Junior looked at each other, frightened of what was to come. Behind them sat Tyler, Leshawna, Ryan, both of the Jasmines (looking at each other, very confused), Lindsay, Mickey and Jay, and Shawn. Dave obsessively cleaned the tables, while B looked on.
'Cuz I wanna be famous
Sierra had Cody in a headlock out of love. Amy had Sammy in one out of hate. Cody and Sammy looked at each other and sighed.
Na na nana na na nana nana na na na na na naaaaah
Rock and Spud air-guitared. Courtney and Gwen looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Then they saw Trent jamming with them. He stopped and smiled sheepishly at the girls.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
Carrie and Devin sat together on the dock, watching Tom, Jen, and Anne Maria compare fashion tips. Then the dock gave out under them, sending them into the water. It turned out Alejandro had been responsible. He grinned evilly at the camera.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous.
Topher cockily smiled at Eva, who decked him in response. Behind them, Scarlett and Max passed through a field of lustblossoms, and suddenly began making out.
*Whistling*
At the campfire, as the other campers I didn't have time to name looked on excitedly, Noah and Emma looked each other in the eyes...and then Sugar interrupted the moment by appearing between them. Angry, Emma started chasing Sugar around the camp to the amusement of the others, while Noah stared apathetically at the camera.
Grouchy Ghosts
Kitty's empty stomach gurgled. "Emma, I'm hungry," she whined.
"You're not the only one," Emma agreed. "Seriously, shouldn't Chef have called us for breakfast by now? It's ten fifteen already!"
"Maybe the good cabin got food?" Brick asked optimistically.
"Owen, why are you eating the lustblossoms?!" they heard Scarlett shout from the good cabin.
"...Or not."
"Guys, don't you get it?" Noah said, closing his copy of The Brothers Karamazov. "This is probably an eating challenge. Chris wants us to be so hungry we're willing to eat literally anything."
"Why didn't I think of that?" Kitty asked herself. "That makes so much sense!"
"Indeed it does, Kitty!" Chris said. Everyone was in the Mess Hall.
"How does he know I said that?" Kitty asked.
"Um, hello? Infinite cameras? Duh," Heather scoffed.
Confessional – Emma.
"Of all the people to get immunity, it HAD to be Heather. If Gwen were smarter she would've voted for herself and used the idol then. That's what I'd do, at least."
"Today, you guys are going to eat some foods that no man has ever eaten before. Not even the guys on Good Mythical Morning could think up this stuff," Chris explained. "And to make it even more of a challenge for you, Chef's deliberately bad cooking's not on the menu. No, it's MY cooking, and I have no idea what I'm doing!"
"He's so used to getting food made by other people he never bothered learning how to do it himself," Chef confirmed.
"I'm going to break you into six teams of eleven each. The order in which I call you is the order in which who on your team will eat what course. Points are given if you can get it down without complaining. The team with the highest score at the end wins, and the team with the lowest eliminates someone!
"Now for teams. Brick, MacArthur, Sky, Dave, Courtney, Jasmine, Dawn, Jen, Beardo, Zoey, and Brady, you are the Godly Grains!
"Jo, Scott, Duncan, Crimson, Ennui, Shawn, Laurie, Stephanie, Amy, Sugar, and Josee, you are the Vile Vegetables!
"Eva, Jacques, Katie, Sadie, Tom, Justin, Miles, Leshawna, Cody, Lauren, and Trent, you are the Fab Fruits!
"Beth, Sam, Alejandro, Taylor, Heather, Lindsay, DJ, Owen, Topher, Sierra, and Geoff, you are the Outrageous Oils!
"Ella, Devin, Sanders, Mike, Jay, Carrie, Bridgette, Tyler, Lorenzo, Cameron, and Izzy, you are the Delightful Dairy!
"And everyone else, that's Kitty, Ryan, B, Emma, Lightning, Scarlett, Noah, Harold, Brody, Gwen, and Samey, you are the Mighty Meats! When it's time, please sit at this table up front in your assigned seats," Chris said, showing them the designated chairs, marked by their team's logo taped to the back, arranged around a small round table at the front. "Good luck!"
Godly Grains: Brick, MacArthur, Sky, Dave, Courtney, Jasmine, Dawn, Jen, Beardo, Zoey, and Brady.
Vile Vegetables: Jo, Scott, Duncan, Crimson, Ennui, Shawn, Laurie, Stephanie, Amy, Sugar, and Josee.
Fab Fruits: Eva, Jacques, Katie, Sadie, Tom, Justin, Miles, Leshawna, Cody, Lauren, and Trent.
Outrageous Oils: Beth, Sam, Alejandro, Taylor, Heather, Lindsay, DJ, Owen, Topher, Sierra, and Geoff.
Delightful Dairy: Ella, Devin, Sanders, Mike, Jay, Carrie, Bridgette, Tyler, Lorenzo, Cameron, and Izzy.
Mighty Meats: Kitty, Ryan, B, Emma, Lightning, Scarlett, Noah, Harold, Brody, Gwen, and Sammy.
First Course
"We start off with something suitably tasty: stir-fry and a milkshake."
"Wait, wasn't it recently proven that milkshakes are really bad for your heart?" Beth asked.
"Good thing, then. The sooner I'm dead, the less time I have to spend with you lot," Jo grumbled.
"But this isn't your ordinary stir-fry. No, it's skunk!" Chris put the food in front of the first campers, who recoiled. Chris didn't know how to cook at all, so the meat had turned out soggy and quite rare. "Ingredients: striped skunk, field pennycress, and Chef's cooking oil. And it's not your ordinary milkshake, either; it's flavored with the concentrated spray of the skunks we killed for the stir-fry!" The milkshakes were a sickly yellow-green color and reeked of sulfur. "Begin!"
The skunk meat, while unappealing, ended up mostly being bland, but the pennycress was extremely bitter. The milkshake was even harder to down; Ella even choked on it, the taste was so foul.
Brick, however, quickly slurped it down faster than he could taste it. Jo saw this and, not to be outdone, guzzled it down in one go.
"And with that, the current score is 1-1-0-0-0-0! Brick, Jo, you guys are gonna have serious brainfreeze after this."
Confessional – Jo.
"Hate to break it to you, Chris, but you can't exactly get brainfreeze from a lukewarm drink."
Second Course
"Who's the best friend of what lives in a pineapple under the sea? Our next course: pickled starfish!" The food smelt of salt and mangoes. "Ingredients: raw common starfish, saltwater, and mango juice. Left them for two whole months and just took them out of their jars this morning." Everyone who wasn't eating that particular meal gagged. "For drinks, you have the brine they marinated in. Begin!"
"Deep breaths, Ryan," the Personal Trainer told himself. "It's just some extra protein..." He stabbed into an arm with his fork and bit down, its shell audibly crunching.
MacArthur and Scott, meanwhile, ate theirs no problem. "I've eaten worse on the farm," Scott shrugged. The salty drinks were harder to swallow, but both managed it, as did Ryan. The rest, not so much.
"The current score is 2-2-0-0-0-1! Teams in the middle, you might wanna pick up the pace."
Confessional – Sam.
"'Pick up the pace', he says. Even though what we're eating would probably kill us under different circumstances."
Third Course
"And while we're in the ocean, we may as well pick up one of its apex predators: the dolphin!" The eaters were presented with what looked like ordinary hot dogs. They looked much greasier, however.
"Chris, this is morally wrong. Whaling's illegal!" Sanders protested.
"Not if the whale's already dead."
"What?"
"The meat came from a beached Atlantic spotted dolphin we found in Maine," Chris explained. "All we did was grind the meat and put it into a casing like you did in the eighth challenge."
"Yeah, getting that thing was not fun," Carly the intern grumbled. "We had to make do with that after the first choice for the hot dogs, a humpback whale, didn't work out. Did you know that when they get rotten enough, whale corpses explode?"
"You're not helping," Chris deadpanned as the eaters looked even queasier save for one of them.
"Oh, come on! It's a hot dog! The normal ones are already made with the worst parts of the cow," Duncan snapped. He tore off the end of his and chewed. "See? Nothing to it! And the bun's just a normal store-bought bun!"
Because of Duncan's surprisingly inspirational speech, everyone was able to eat the sausage sandwiches. "And thanks to Dunc, we've moved up to 3-3-1-1-1-2!" Chris announced.
Confessional – Duncan.
"Hey, my team's still ahead, we can spare a few points. Oh, and Lorenzo, you've got a little competition from yours truly."
Fourth Course
"Back on the land, we've got a food that's both good for you and doubles as a drink. Kitty, remember your cockroach bath?"
"I really don't want to," Kitty whimpered.
"Wait. You didn't," Emma said.
"I did." Chris set down a shotglass filled with a lumpy brown puree on Emma's plate. "Ingredients: water, Uhler's wood cockroaches. I had no further use for them, and they were going to die from the cold anyway, so I might as well recycle! Here's the good news: you get this in shotglass form. The bad news? You gotta drink ten of 'em to get your point. After all, we had enough cockroaches to fill up a bathtub." Chris set down the other nine glasses on Emma's plate and proceeded to fill the rest.
"I sure hope these were cooked beforehand," Emma grunted before proceeding to down her shots rapid-fire.
"Of course they were! They were boiled for safety."
"But you didn't bother seasoning them," Taylor growled after spitting out her first.
Mike got through it by switching into Manitoba to access his survivalist's stomach. Dave wished he had one too because he couldn't even look at the shots without gagging.
"Hey, it's alright if you can't do it. There's nothing wrong with showing weakness," Sky said.
"Thanks," Dave sighed. "I needed someone to tell me that."
"I disagree," Chris replied. "Anywho, the scores are now 3-4-1-1-2-3!"
Confessional – Sadie.
"Anyone else getting the social Darwinist vibes from Chris, or is it just me?"
Fifth Course
"Remember Dr. Seuss? He wrote a book called 'Green Eggs and Ham'. Ever wonder where those eggs came from?" Chris set small rotisserie chickens in front of the fifth rotation's eaters. The chickens were green. "Look no further!"
"These some of yours?" Lightning asked Scarlett, who would be taking his place the next rotation, from where he was sitting.
"Negative. If you are concerned about getting ADHD, I can assure you there is no scientific link between synthetic food dyes and hyperactivity disorders," Scarlett replied. "The worst you'll get is a stomachache or an allergic reaction if you're susceptible."
"Which won't happen, because these were dyed with algae!" Chris spoke up. "And stuffed with it, too." The eaters looked inside and grimaced on seeing the body cavities of the birds were filled with greenish-brown slime. "Eat up, you need to eat the whole chicken to get the point. Lucky for you they weren't fully-grown when I killed them. Begin!"
It took a while, as chickens, even if they're fairly young, are still massive birds. And the gooey texture of the algae made them hard to down, but not for everyone. In fact, only Heather was unable to finish the meal.
"Lightning's done great!" Chris announced, as Lightning finished his chicken first.
"Sha-thanks, dude!"
"And the scores are up to 4-5-2-1-3-4!"
Confessional – Heather.
"I'm glad I have immunity, because otherwise I'd be gone because of that stupid chicken filled with plant wannabes."
Sixth Course
"I call this next one Juggy Chunks," Chris said, setting glasses full of white sludge in front of the eaters. "It's easy to see why. Ingredients: eggs, mayonnaise made from the eggs I didn't use straight, and pork chops. Begin!"
"There's hardly any water," Lindsay grimaced after she took a sip.
"I'd expect so, most of this is nonpolar fat," Scarlett replied, taking another.
"Scarlboro, how are you drinking that so well?"
"I'm from England. British food is much worse than this, trust me." Together, they were the only ones able to drink all of the chunks.
"The scores are now 4-5-2-2-3-5!"
Confessional – Justin.
"Guh..." he groaned. "I think I might need my stomach pumped after this." He threw up into the toilet.
"Poor Justin. I hate to see beauty tarnished that way," Chris said. "Who's eating what next? Find out after these messages."
Do da do da doo. Commercial break!
"And we're back!" Chris said to the audience. "We're just over halfway through and are ready to start our seventh course in the Brunch of Disgustingness!"
Seventh Course
"Wait a minute, all of us are vegetarians!" Bridgette realized. "Or vegan. Well, except for Noah."
"Don't worry Bridgette, all of these servings are completely, totally animal product-free," Chris said as he gave out paper cups filled with a thick red liquid.
"Sauce? Hah! This is easy!" Laurie said confidently. Noah, meanwhile, took the time to smell it and immediately knew what it was.
"To win this round, you have to chug this sauce," Chris explained. Dawn, Laurie, Miles, DJ, and Bridgette downed it all in one gulp. Then they started screaming in agony as their faces turned red and they sweated profusely. "Which just so happens to be hot sauce made from the Carolina Reaper, AKA the world's hottest pepper as of this year with a heat index of 2.2 MILLION Scoville units. Put simply, this stuff could knock out an elephant!" But it couldn't knock out Noah, who swallowed it all and didn't even flinch. "And the current score is 4-5-2-2-3-6," Chris said, astounded.
"Whoa. Do you have superpowers or something?" Kitty asked.
"Trade secret," Noah replied.
Confessional – Noah.
"Which basically means my parents fit the stereotype of Indians liking spicy food, and I've consequently eaten so much twenty-eight-alarm curry that I've built up an insane tolerance of the stuff."
Eighth Course
"There once was a poem about jellyfish stew," Chris began, "but I don't know how to make stew, so I made a pizza instead." The mini-pizzas were covered in jellyfish, anchovies, and grasshoppers. The drink this time was an ordinary orange soda. "Begin!"
"I own this day!" Owen declared proudly, before shoving the entire thing into his mouth, chewing it a little, and then swallowing it whole like a snake.
"Dude, aren't you going to savor it?" Geoff asked.
"He's a super-taster, he can't do anything but," Noah replied.
"Well, it's a good thing Owen's only allowed to eat one thing, because he'd give his team an unfair advantage otherwise," Chris noted. "Still, the scores have changed again and are now 4-6-3-3-3-7!"
Confessional – Owen.
"In hindsight I'm glad I overcame my fear of jellyfish two challenges ago. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to help my team win. And I don't want Heather voting for me," he added, a little frightened.
Ninth Course
"Mystery meat is a common staple of the highschooler's diet, and since you're highschoolers, you're getting some too!" Chris said. In front of the eaters was what looked like an ordinary square of meatloaf, with water to drink. "Until you all eat this I'm not disclosing what's in it. Then whoever pukes it up afterwards doesn't get the point. Begin!"
"It's actually not that bad," Brody admitted.
"Doesn't mean I'm gonna like it," Amy grumbled. "It's probably rat or maggot or something icky."
"Not quite. Everyone good?" The six teens showed him their empty plates. "It's tree octopus! Specifically the one that ate one of my interns."
"WHAT?!" Dakota shrieked from the side.
"Yeah, why do you think you've got a job here?" Chris asked rhetorically. "Well, no one puked, so the scores are now 5-7-4-4-4-8!"
Confessional – Cody.
"So not only have we basically committed cannibalism, we've also ingested nuclear waste and therefore just lost five years off the ends of our lives! Maybe DJ's right. Is Chris trying to kill us?"
Tenth Course
"Go nuts on these, guys!" This meal looked like ordinary nuts, save for the mysterious gray liquid they were sitting in. The drink was the same gray liquid. "Ingredients: boiled hazelnuts, oyster sauce. Just like Prairie Oyster Palace used to make before they were closed down for healthcode violations. Begin!"
"Agh, it's so bitter!" Sugar winced after eating one of the nuts.
"And you've just cost your team a point!" Chris announced. "Remember, even a little complaint counts as a penalty." Eventually, everyone else finished. "The scores are now 6-7-5-5-5-9! One more meal and we'll see who wins!"
Confessional – Zoey.
"Wow, Chris is really harsh! I'd better stay off his bad side."
Eleventh Course
"And for today's final meal unless we have a tie, baked potatoes gone wild!" The potatoes looked old and wrinkled, and significant pieces were missing. "These guys were so old they were sprouting when I found them! Originally I was gonna leave them in, but then I found out that potatoes are related to nightshade, meaning that if you ate the sprouts you'd die. To drown this dish is a cup of pure, unadulterated cooking grease from Chef's grease traps. Begin!"
"Ew..." Geoff groaned after drinking the grease. He wasn't able to drink any of it.
"Poor Geoff. Well, it's his fault he mentioned drinking the stuff," Chris remarked. Once everyone was done, he announced, "Well, the scores are now 6-8-6-5-5-10! The Mighty Meats win! But wait, is that a tie? Looks like the Outrageous Oils and the Delightful Dairy are stuck in a tiebreaker to see who loses!"
Confessional – Trent.
"Phil warned me about this challenge, so I think this next thing might be the worst of all."
Twelfth Course
Chris left the Mess Hall. A short while later he came back wearing a gas mask and carrying two plates of light yellow slop.
"Are those scrambled eggs?" Sugar asked. Then the smell hit her and knocked her out. Chris laughed at her assumption.
"I don't think eggs are supposed to smell like that," Tom said, making a face.
"They aren't, but this is! Originally one of the teams was going to be given the option to switch one of their meals, and this bad boy was what they were gonna get. Beth, Ella, since you were the first of your teams to eat, you'll be the ones in the tiebreaker." They stepped forward. "To win, you must eat Le Stink Bomb a la Chris! Ingredients: Limburger cheese, durian flesh, stinkbugs, lutefisk, natto, cabbage, iru, sustromming, Marmite, a century egg from a duck, liverwurst, and Vieux Boulogne cheese (the world's stinkiest!). To win, you must eat all of this, or until one of you girls blows chunks. Begin!"
Ella and Beth gulped. But they bravely fought their urges and started eating. Their eyes began tearing up, but they pressed on. Eventually, though, Beth couldn't handle the smell anymore and threw up.
"Okay, the tiebreaker's over!" Chris said. "Beth puked, so her team loses by default. Ella, you didn't, so you're safe!"
"Thank you," Ella groaned.
"What?" Sugar asked, immediately perking up. "Why does Ella get to be safe?" Then the smell hit her again, and she passed out once more.
"Finally, she shuts up," Duncan muttered.
"Meet me at the campfire at eight, Outrageous Oils, someone won't be ordering from here ever again!"
Some time later
"Why do all of you have to suck so much?" Amy asked.
"You didn't want to eat your food either," Noah pointed out.
"Do you get off to seeing me cringe?"
"No, but I do derive enjoyment from it. Please, continue." Amy sighed and tramped off. But as she did, something fell out of her shirt. Noah picked up Sammy's immunity idol. "That's what you get for not wearing pants with pockets in them," he said quietly before leaving to go bury it.
Some time later
"You okay?" Cody asked. He'd decided to get ahead on his schoolwork when he found Sammy miserably staring at her history textbook.
"Not really. It's Amy. She has my idol."
"Ooh, rough."
Sammy sighed. "I don't get it. When Amy and I were little we were close as could be! But now she's out for my blood, and frankly I'm terrified."
"Maybe you should talk to Dawn. She's not really psychic, but she can easily figure out what's going on with people."
"I don't know...Heather won't let me hear the end of it if she learns I talked to the Misfits. I don't get why we have to not get along with them."
"You don't." Both of them looked up to see Emma enter the room. "Heather's in control of Heather only. Not you. And if you find we make better friends than she ever did, what's stopping you?"
"Fear, mostly," Sammy gulped.
"Well, you don't have to fear any longer. It seems Amy's misplaced her idol."
Sammy's jaw dropped. "R-really? How do you know?"
"SAMEY!" Amy shrieked.
"That's how."
"Did you steal the idol from me?!" Amy growled as she entered the room.
"No," Sammy whimpered.
"Are you lying to me?"
"She's not! You probably just dropped it in the woods or something. Leave your sister alone!" Cody snarled. Amy's eyes bugged out at the sight of a Geek talking back to her and she quickly ran away.
"...Cody?" Sammy asked meekly.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
Confessional – Emma.
"And thank Noah too, he's the one who found it and hid it with his others. Don't worry, Noah won't play any of them; he's just protecting his friends. I know this because he trusts me to keep my mouth shut, which is more than I can say for the people he's protecting."
Some time later
The contestants were amazed to find that instead of the normal white gruel and slop of various other colors, Chef had prepared them normal cafeteria food.
"Well, uh, um, thank you," DJ stuttered. "But why?"
Chef grumbled. "I deliberately hold back on my true talents so I can build character and teach you how to survive; it's something I learned back in the army. But after what Chris did today, I figured you maggots needed a break for once."
"Yeah, we did. Keep up the good work, Mr. Hatchet."
The wizened old man smiled. "Thanks, DJ."
Confessional – Sierra.
"Beth got away from me back in the last VR challenge," Sierra explained. "I'm still a little mad about that." She wrote BETH on a piece of paper.
Confessional – Lindsay.
"Beth's been like, my tutor ever since she came to school," Lindsay said. "Although she's not really like me, we're like besties. But Sierra's not my bestie, and she never will be because she's like, too obsus...obsessed with Cody." She wrote SIERRA on a piece of paper.
Confessional – Geoff.
"Alejandro nearly broke me and Bridgey-Bear up!" Geoff said angrily. "Back in tenth grade, when he first came, and before he and Heather hooked up, he tried to seduce Bridgette! And the worst part? He KNEW I was dating her! I wish more people saw how much of a slimeball he really is!" He furiously wrote ALEJANDRO on a piece of paper.
Confessional – Sam.
"The deal Noah and Cody made back during the mine challenge is still on, and they both want Taylor out now." Sam wrote TAYLOR on a piece of paper.
"Here's how we do eliminations," Chris said. "We use the marshmallow system here. When I call your name, come get one." Eleven marshmallows sat on the plate, four of them colored. "The marshmallows are color-coded to show how many votes you got so I can savor the meaty taste of the drama. White means no votes against you, and the recipients are Sam, Heather, Lindsay, DJ, Owen, Topher, and Geoff."
Next, Chris pointed to the two blue marshmallows. "Blue means you received only one vote against you. Sierra and Alejandro, you've got some haters." After the blue marshmallows were taken, Chris spoke again. "Green means you got more than one vote, but are still safe. However, that's not the case today." Two colored marshmallows were left. "Orange means you're on the chopping block, but are safe. Red means you're outta here. Beth. Taylor."
Taylor grinned at Beth evilly.
"Beth, you can be surprisingly hard to beat, so people want you out before your strength increases further. Taylor, people just want a break from your attitude. And the votes reveal...
...
...
...
...
"That Beth's tenure on this show is done!"
Beth sighed. "If you say so, Chris..."
Confessional – Brady.
"Oh no! Beth!" Brady moaned. "I wasn't ready...well, at least now I won't need to go against Alejandro, who doesn't seem to like the Misfits for some reason. It's not like he'd vote for Beth, though."
Confessional – Alejandro.
Alejandro laughed. "Ah, Brady, you are so gullible it's funny! Not only have I taken out one of the Misfits, I've ensured Brady won't have any more lingering desires to help them. Now he is only going to help me."
"How's Alejandro going to cover it up? Fantastically, of course! He's unstoppable!" Chris stood in front of the cabins where some of the campers were hanging out. "Nineteen down. Sixty-five remain. Who'll dine on the breakfast of champions and who will know what defeat smells like? Find out on
"Total.
"Drama!"
"Wait, isn't the breakfast of champions raw eggs?" Sky asked. "Because I can tell you that's not what I normally eat."
"It is for Lightning," Lightning said casually.
"Ewwww!" Sky grimaced.
"Sick," Chris smiled.
Votes:
Beth – Taylor
Sam – Taylor
Alejandro – Beth
Taylor – Beth
Heather – Beth
Lindsay – Sierra
DJ – Didn't vote
Owen – Taylor
Topher – Beth
Sierra – Beth
Geoff – Alejandro
Results: 5-3-1-1 Beth-Taylor-Sierra-Alejandro
Eliminated: Staci, Leonard, Tammy, Leshaniqua, Spud, Chet, Dakota (ii), Phil (r), Ellody, Rock, Rodney (t), Anne Maria, Mickey, Jazz (r), Max, Mary, Junior, Zeke (t), Beth
Known active immunity idols: Josee (Crimson), Owen, Carrie, Tyler, Sammy (Noah), Geoff (Geoff), Justin (Ella), Duncan (Alejandro)
Future eliminations immunized against: Heather (3)
Bonus clip:
Chef grumbled as he mopped the Mess Hall's floor. "First I'm stuck in the army fo' twenty years, then I'm an accountant for a guy who's career's droppin' like a rock, and now I'm on this wreck of an island! How'd I end up here?"
"Trust me, that's a question we've all been asking," Sylvester, now in his normal clothes, agreed as he scraped some gum from beneath the tables. "I'm just glad the next one's VR. That would be less hassle to clean up."
"Agreed," Phil said as he washed the dishes. The three of them continued to work into the night in silence.