Last time on Total Drama Island...

Our remaining contestants saw themselves put in a battle of the sexes for this challenge. Both the girls and the boys pushed their taste buds to the limit in our nine-course eating contest. With everything from beef testicles and earthworm spaghetti to bug pizza and blended cockroaches, it was definitely the grossest challenge we've done so far.

At the bonfire that night, Leshawna was surprised to find herself without a marshmallow. She took in stride, though, and even had a romantic moment with Harold before Heather saw her off. But then Heather revealed to her that she had sided with Courtney to vote Leshawna off, something she had actually been trying to do for most of the season. And although Owen's obscene eating won the guys a weekend at a fabulous resort, Courtney managed to sneak on board to join them. Is there a line any of these teens won't cross? Is there a torture they won't stomach to win? With what I've got for them today, we'll find out. So stay tuned to Total... Drama... Island!

"This is the life," Courtney said.

Liam hummed in agreement but didn't speak, too preoccupied himself. The both of them had elected to get massages at the resort together. To their surprise, they were given snacks during the massage. Courtney immediately took the opportunity to feast on shrimp, which had made Liam curious until she explained that it was her favorite food. Now, each of them were eating shrimp with cocktail sauce as a pair of extremely talented masseuses worked their magic.

"Ggh!" the redhead suddenly grunted as his masseuse reached a knot in his back. They kept applying pressure, however, and he soon relaxed with a sigh. "Oh, man. I haven't felt this relaxed since before the show."

"Tell me about it. When I win the million, I'm going to get a massage like this at least once a week," Courtney stated. "I can feel the stress in my shoulders melting away."

"Mmm-hmm," Liam responded, taking a bite of another shrimp.

The two of them remained like that, letting out various noises of contentment as they were pampered. Only once the massage reached their legs did one of them speak up again. "You know… Since we have the time, we could talk strategy for when we get back," Courtney suggested.

Liam cracked open one eye and looked over at her. "Always business with you, even during pleasure, hmm?"

She smirked in response. "When work is a pleasure, life is a joy."

He blinked once. Twice. "...I find it almost eerie how similar our mindsets can be despite you being a workaholic," he said, before grinning. "I love it."

Courtney laughed in the middle of eating another shrimp, reaching up to cover her mouth. "Now you're just trying to butter me up," she accused once she had swallowed, waving her shrimp at him.

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Is it working?"

That got her to laugh again, making him smile wider. After a moment, she said "Okay, but seriously, what should we do when we get back? Chris said last time that the teams would merge, right?"

"Yep," he confirmed. "In which case, it'll be Bridgette, Harold and us in one camp, and Heather and Daphne in the other. We have our secret alliance, but Heather could go back on it at time. And without Leshawna to rally around, Gwen and Lindsay are caught in the middle, as is Trent and Owen."

The C.I.T. hummed. "Gwen and Trentarepretty close, though. Do you think they'll start voting together?"

"It's possible," he agreed. "And since she was also friends with Leshawna, Lindsay might gravitate towards Gwen. That's a camp of three, four if they pull in Owen."

"If they do," Courtney rebutted. "Owen doesn't strike me as the type to join any alliance. He's pretty much been a wildcard the whole season, I think."

Liam frowned. "I don't like wildcards. They're, by definition, unpredictable and possible game-changers."

"I don't either," she said. "So, when we get back, why don't we suggest to Bridgette and Harold that we vote for Owen? Once he's gone, no other alliance will be able to match up with us."

"Hmm… I like it," he replied. "We could even use his success last challenge as the 'official' reason to vote him off. Frame him as a threat that could make it all the way to the finals if we don't stop him."

Courtney grinned. "Perfect," she said before laying back down. "Almost every threat to us is gone. Once we handle this and then get rid of Heather, the rest should be smooth sailing."

Liam perked up. "Speaking of smooth… I saw a mud bath on the way here. Care to try it?" he offered, getting an enthusiastic 'yes' in return.

Two days later, as the boat cruised along the waters back to Wawanakwa Island, Liam and Courtney had elected to stand at the bow of the ship. A large plastic bag was on the ground next to Courtney, and standing a short distance away from them were the other guys.

Harold crossed his arms. "Seriously, not cool to bring one of the girls with us, man."

"Yeah. Now the rest of them are gonna be extra mad at us over losing," Trent added.

Liam shrugged. "Sorry, guys. To be honest, I didn't think I was going to be the only one sneaking someone aboard," he said, before looking directly at Trent. "I figured you were going to bring Gwen."

Trent stiffened. "Gwen? W-What makes you think that?"

At that, everyone on the boat sans Owen gave him a flat look. "Because you two couldn't be more obvious about liking each other if you tried," Courtney said bluntly.

Harold grunted. "She does have a point there. It is pretty obvious."

"Wait," Owen interjected. "Trent… likes Gwen?" he said, before looking at the guitarist in realization. "Oh, so that's who you were talking about back then!"

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Back when?"

The large boy continued, oblivious to Trent waving his arms and shaking his head. "Well, back during the camping challenge, when we were catching fish, Trent was asking me for advice on whether to tell someone that he wants them to be his girlfriend."

"That is not what I said!" Trent protested.

Owen blinked. "Are you sure? Because I could have sworn…"

While Trent tried to assure that no, that isn't what he said before, Courtney rubbed her chin with a smile. "Oh, so you and Gwen have liked each other for at least that long? Are you guys going steady?"

That was enough to make him blush. "Are we… No! We're not even really in a relationship—" he blurted out, before freezing. Seeing the interested looks on the others, though, he crumbled and said "She… said we could start fresh."

Harold raised both eyebrows. "Meaning she at least forgave you for leaving her buried underground?"

He winced, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, but it's still a touchy subject. So if you guys could avoid bringing that up when we're together, I'd appreciate it."

Owen smiled. "We can do that, no problem! And I promise to not blab about it this time!"

The others nodded, and the guitarist smiled in relief. "Thanks, guys," he said. Most of them nodded, and Liam internally grinned at successfully derailing the conversation. Fortunately, before someone could start it back up, the Island came into view.

Once the boat pulled up the Dock, the guys were the first to disembark. As Courtney followed up the rear, she stopped at seeing the displeased expressions on the other girls. "Um... hi?"

Gwen snapped the gray book in her hands shut. "Decided to have some fun without us, huh?"

The C.I.T. frowned. "I couldn't think of a plan to get you all on the boat with me without Chris knowing," she defended. Not that she had really tried.

"Then how about just one or two of us?" Bridgette challenged. "We are supposed to have each other's backs, after all."

"If I did, he still might have gotten suspicious. More than one person having a sudden severe migraine would have sounded odd," she claimed. Then she held up her arms. "Still, I do feel bad about not being able to take you guys with me." She reached into the bag she had brought. "So, I made sure to bring back these!" she said, before pulling out several small gift baskets. "Each of these has scented soaps and shampoo, moisturizer, chocolate-coated cherry blossoms and a new, fluffy towel. 100% Egyptian cotton!" she told them, holding up one of the baskets and pointing to each item in question.

As she smiled at the other girls, Heather crossed her arms. "...I'm not saying I forgive you. But I'm also not turning down scented soap and chocolate," she said, walking forward and taking a basket.

"Ooh, I want the new towel!" Lindsay said, running over to also get one. "The ones in the communion washroom aren't soft at all."

Daphne took her basket with a shrug. "I didn't really care that you snuck off," she admitted. "I just wanted to make you sweat a bit."

Gwen was silent for a moment. "This doesn't make it even," she said. "If you want to make things up, next time there's a challenge with a prize, you have to give it to one of us if you win it."

"Or all of us, if you can," Heather quickly added, making the goth nod.

Courtney took a step back. "But… but I got you the baskets! I didn't have to do that, but I still went out of my way to…" she said, before tapering off at seeing the glares from Gwen, Heather and Bridgette. "Oh, alright! I'll give away the next prize I win. Happy now?"

Bridgette smiled. "Much happier," she replied, with the other girls smiling as well.

Confessional Stall - Courtney

"Okay, so that extra promise I made sucked. But if I eliminate all the other girls before winning a challenge with a prize, that takes care of itself!" she said confidently, placing her hands on her hips. "And now I don't have to worry about the girls banding together and kicking me off… I'm pretty sure."

Just then, the intercom whined as it came online. Through it, Chris called "Listen up, campers. The Screaming Gophers and Killer Bass are officially dissolved! It is now every. Camper. For. Themselves."

All of the campers looked at each other, before they immediately began moving into their cliques. Namely, the two alliances closed ranks while Gwen and Trent moved next to each other. In the middle, Lindsay and Owen looked left and right before moving closer together. That last part made Liam raise an eyebrow, but then Chris continued "Now that that's done, it's time for a surprise!"

The sound of another boat reached their ears, and they all looked out towards the water. "No way…" Bridgette said, shocked.

"But… that's impossible," Heather added with wide eyes.

"It can't be!" Harold cried in horror.

As one, both Courtney and Liam muttered "Oh,crap."

As the boat came closer, Chris called "Back for another shot, it's… Duncan!"

The boat came to a stop, and Duncan jumped off it with a bag of clothes slung under one arm. "Yeah, I'm back. Not psyched about being in this dump again, but I like the thought of winning," he declared with a smirk. That smirk quickly vanished when he spotted Courtney's group. "Especially if it means the bunch that stabbed me in the back loses."

Liam grimaced. His alliance was, in fact, all that was left of the original Screaming Gophers. Double crap.

"Wait a second," Gwen said. "You said that no one would come back on the show!"

A moment later, Chris said "I did?"

Heather rolled her eyes. "And once you are voted off, you…"

"—must take a walk on the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers, and not return. Ever."

"—Ev-er."

"—Can't ever come back."

"—Never ever to return."

"—For good."

"—Not come back. Ever."

"—Leave for-ever."

There was a moment of silence as each of them stared at the intercom.

"Oh, yeah, thaaat..." Chris said. "I lied."

Liam face-palmed. "Of freaking course," he said, before looking over at Duncan. "So, how was the outside world?"

The punk switched his glare from his group in general to him in particular. "Pretty well, actually. A lot nicer than being around and looking at your mug, Scarecrow."

That made Liam's eyebrow twitch. He had forgotten about that 'nickname'.

Chris then said "Moving on, we have another returning contestant. It's… Izzy!"

All of their eyes widened, and several called "Oh, no!" while Daphne gasped.

That was when they heard a familiar voice. "Aah-eeh-ah-eeh-aaaaaah-eeh-ah-eeh-aaaaah!" it called. Looking in the direction of the voice, they saw none other than Izzy swinging towards them on an actual vine. The campers that were in her path quickly moved out of the way. Except that is, for the pyromaniac, who simply stood there with her arms wide.

The two of them crashed into each and went rolling for several feet. When they came to a stop, Izzy was on top and grinning down maniacally. "Hey, Daph! Good seeing you!" she said. "How've you been? Made any new friends? Started any cool fires?"

Daphne looked up and gave her a huge smile of her own. "Not bad, sort of, and not really," she said. "Once I got a taste for starting fires alongside a friend, doing it by myself just doesn't have the same luster anymore, you know?"

She rapidly nodded. "Oh, definitely! Everything's more fun with someone else!" she said. "Even living out in the woods was better once I found this nice family of beavers!"

Gwen blinked. "Wasn't the RCMP chasing you?"

Izzy whipped her head to look at her, sending orange hair flying in several directions. "Oh, they tried! But I was far too swift of foot and keen of mind to be caught bythem!" she said with a giggle. "Then, once I found refuge with the animals, I used my wilderness survival training to forage for food, like nuts, berries and squirrels. Could really use some chips, though."

Daphne raised her hand. "Oh! Chef lent me a bag of tortilla chips after I cleaned the garbage cans for him!"

Izzy grinned. "Now we're talking! Best burning friends forever!" she called, leaning down to hug her hard enough to turn the brunette's face pink.

"Heck yeah!" Daphne called back anyway, doing her best to hug back just as hard. Which wasn't easy; she had forgotten how strong Izzy was.

While the rest of the campers were staring at them, Chris concluded "Lastly, all campers are to report to the amphitheater in thirty minutes to learn about today's challenge."

Given that the teens had an entire half-hour to show up, Izzy and Duncan used the time to first move their luggage in. Or at least, Duncan was.

As she entered the girl's cabin, Izzy looked at the beds and placed her hands on her hips. "So, who am I bunking with?" she asked.

Heather hummed. "Well, Daphne was bunking with me…" she began, before smiling. "But I wouldn't want to get between friends! Here, you take mine," she said, waving a hand at her bed.

Daphne smiled at that. "Aw, thanks, Heather."

Izzy grinned. "Sweetness!" she said, before leaping onto the top bunk. "So, are you two, like, friends now? 'Cause any friend of Daph's is a friend of mine."

Now Heather was smiling as well. "That's great to hear!" she said cheerfully.

Next to her bed, Courtney and Bridgette glanced at each other with worried looks.

Confessional Stall - Heather

"Yes! Another person on my side. If I can get both Gwen and Lindsay, I'll be back on top!" she celebrated.

Once the campers made it to the amphitheater, they saw that a set of seats had been made for them in ascending rows, four seats to each. Courtney's group immediately sat down together, taking up the whole front row. Heather's group sat down at the second, joined a moment later by Lindsay. Gwen, Trent, Owen and Duncan sat together along the top row.

Near the seats was a wheel with various images on its slices, next to which Chris stood. "Today's challenge is the time-honored game of torture: Say Uncle! Each of you will be put through tests of endurance. Endure whatever your horrific and painful challenge is for ten seconds and you remain in the game, otherwise you're out."

Some of them appeared a little more nervous at the 'painful and horrific' part, but by now they were getting used to the routine. Chris continued "The last camper in the game wins not only immunity tonight, but also a luxurious trailer!" He waved his hand and a curtain next to the amphitheater parted to reveal said trailer. "Yours to stay in and take home at the end of the show."

Harold sat straighter. "An entire trailer with a real bed? And no roommates?" he said, glancing back at Duncan. Duncan caught it and held up a fist, causing him to quickly look forward.

Courtney, meanwhile, stared longingly at the trailer before moaning. "Just my luck…"

"Alright, let's get the ball rolling!" Chris said. "First up is… Lindsay! Let's spin the Wheel of Misfortune to see what your torture is." While the blonde gulped, Chris gave the wheel a spin. When it came to a stop, the image under the arrow was of a burning marshmallow. "It's the marshmallow wax treatment!"

As Chef began dropping marshmallows into a pot to melt, the other campers looked at Lindsay. Rather than appear intimidated, however, the blonde had a smile on her face. "Oh, I could so use this! I have this razor stubble that I've been trying to get rid of for weeks," she said, happily walking over and lying back on a metal slab that Chef dragged over. Looking over at him, she said "Can you try not to wax off my tan?"

Chef simply shrugged before lifting the pot of melted marshmallow. Once Chris gave a thumbs-up, he dumped the entire contents directly onto Lindsay's face.

"MmmmmMMMMM!" they could hear her scream, while she balled her hands into tights fists. The others stared in horror and even Chris's smile dimmed. However, she didn't reach up to try to pull any of it off. A buzzer went off once the ten-second mark was reached, and Chef grabbed the marshmallow wax before ripping it off. "Ow!" she shouted as it came away.

From this distance, they could see a few small hairs attached to the wax, making Trent gulp. "I don't know if I could have done that," he whispered to Gwen.

She smirked. "That's because guys are wimps when it comes to pain in the name of beauty," she replied, making him bow in head in agreement.

Lindsay, meanwhile, reached and rubbed her lip. "Wow… I have never been able to get my lips this smooth on my own. Thanks, Kyle," she said as she took her seat.

Their host frowned. "It's Chris," he reminded her irritably. "Still, because you made it all ten seconds without complaining, you get to pick the next person to go. But first, let's see what they'll endure," he said, before giving the wheel another spin. It landed on an image of a foot, he chuckled. "Ooh, that's a tough one!" Chef then wheeled over a large wooden crate. From inside, they could hear something angrily growling while also making the crate shake from side to side. "Whoever you pick has to spend ten seconds in this box with our very own Sasquatchanakwa! So, who will it be?"

She frowned. "Um… do I have to pick?" she asked over the growling. At Chris's nod, she looked at the other campers. "Um…"

Confessional Stall - Lindsay

"Who am I supposed to choose? That thing sounds really mean, and none of the others have done…" she began to ask, before trailing off. "Wait a second, I know!"

"I choose Courtney!"

"What? Why me?!" Courtney shouted, looking over at the crate with fear.

Lindsay shrugged, appearing sincerely apologetic. "Sorry, but I had to pick someone, and you were the one that got me zapped before," she said. At the C.I.T.'s glare, she quickly added "But this will make us even! Promise!"

Courtney looked between her and the crate.

Confessional Stall - Courtney

"I can't keep the trailer even if I win. But if I don't actually try at these challenges, I'm sure the girls will see and resent me for it," she said. "Immunity is nice, sure, but I saw an air conditioner on that trailer. Giving someone else the chance to sleep in cool, clean comfort for the rest of the show…" Then she moaned in sadness again.

Resisting the urge to bang her head against the table, Courtney stood and approached the crate. As she stood in front of it, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she exhaled and opened, her nervousness was stowed away. "Bring it on!" she said confidently, and opened the door before stepping inside.

Two seconds later, the Sasquatchanakwa roared and Courtney screamed. "Get back! Back, I said! Stayaway!" she shouted in fear, and they could hear the sound of something hitting flesh a few times. Then the creature roared again and something impacted the crate's right side, making it nearly fall over. "Let me go right now!" Courtney said, and there was another smacking sound followed by another roar.

The buzzer went off then, and the door was kicked open. The Sasquatchanakwa stomped out, holding Courtney up in his left hand. She opened her mouth to shout again, but then he shook her around like a doll. Her head whipped to either side and she groaned dizzily. Then he snorted and threw her directly at her seat, causing her to sail through the air before slamming into it. The Sasquatchanakwa turned, glared at Chris and Chef, then flipped them both the bird and walked off in the direction of the woods.

Liam slid out of his seat to kneel next to her. "Are you okay?" he urgently asked, momentarily surprising himself with how genuine his concern was.

On the ground, Courtney cracked one eye open. "I…" she began before coughing. "I think so... Just winded. And dizzy. And really sore," she said, shakily reaching out a hand towards him. He grabbed it and helped her rise to her feet before sitting down in her chair. "Did I make it?" she asked.

Chris nodded. "You did. Which means that Lindsay is now out of the challenge!" he told them. The blonde's seat was instantly replaced with a set of stocks, which she sadly placed herself into. "Unfortunately, we could all hear your complaints while you were in there, so no picking the next victim for you."

She fixed him with a venomous glare. "Oh, excuse me for complaining about being in a box with a giant ape."

"You're excused," Chris quipped, making her glare increase. Turning away, he said "So, let's see what the next challenge is, then I'll see who's doing it." Spinning the wheel, he watched it eventually stop on an image of air of scissors. "Ah, the Wawanakwa Hair Salon! Chef, if you would demonstrate?" In response, Chef placed a full-sized mannequin with a wig attached to it on the slab. Then he held up a chain saw, revved it, and sawed half of the dummy's hair off. "And the unlucky recipient of this hair cut will be… Trent!"

Trent's eyes widened and he whipped his head to look at Chef, who grinned and held up the saw. "Uh-uh. No way, man. I'm out," he declared, holding up his hands.

"You sure? That means you're both giving up the trailer and opening yourself to elimination," Chris warned.

Trent nodded. "I'll take that risk over spending weeks trying to recover from that," he said, pointing at the now-half-bald mannequin. He obediently stepped back and let another set of stocks replace his chair, before placing himself in them.

Chris pouted. "Alright, killjoy. Let's see what we have next," he called, spinning the wheel again. This time, it stopped a picture of… a pair of pants? "Alright, Izzy, you're up!"

Izzy grinned and jumped from her seat onto the table before leaping over to land next to Chris. "Ready when you are!" she declared. In response, Chef produced a pair of shorts made of wood, which Izzy put on. "Well this isn't so bad." Then Chef revealed a woodpecker, making her smile falter.

He placed the bird on a branch sticking from the shorts, and it chirped before going to work. It took all of three seconds for it to break through the wood and peck her on the thigh. "Ow!" Izzy said, jumping slightly. "Hey, that isn't a bug!"

The woodpecker ignored her and flew around to peck at the back of the shorts, making her yelp again as it broke through and pecked at her rear. Then, just before the timer went off, it broke through a third time and got her on the hip.

"Well, looks like Izzy managed to tough it out," Chris said. "Got any preference on the next victim?"

As she removed the wooden shorts, Izzy said "Oh, me! I pick me! With a poison ivy facewrap!"

At that, all of the other campers stared at her, even Daphne.

Confessional Stall - Daphne

"Okay, so Izzy is still without a doubt the most fun friend I've ever had. She's also definitely the craziest."

Chris gave her a bemused look. "Um… I should point out that if you nominate yourself for a challenge, you'll end up eliminating yourself whether you succeed or fail."

Izzy shrugged. "True, yes, but when else am I gonna get the chance to feel what being wrapped in poison ivy is like?"

The host hummed. "I see… Give me one second," he said, before pulling out a cell phone. He turned away from them and held it up to his ear. A few moments later, he said "Hey, it's Chris. You saw?" The person on the other end said something, and Chris looked back at Izzy. "Yeah, she wants to. I'm cool with it if you guys are." Another reply and he grinned. "Cool," he said, before hanging up. "So, the producers will allow it if you agree to accept all responsibility for any health issues this might cause."

"Sure, sure," Izzy replied, waving her hand. Chris nodded and gestured to Chef, who put on a pair of rubber gloves. Once her head was wrapped in ivy leaves and a pair of cucumber slices placed over her eyes, the timer began. "Ah… this is nice," she said, her voice slightly muffled.

Once the timer buzzed, Chef cut away the leaves, revealing her face. The others backed away; her entire face was red and her lips had swollen to comical proportions. "Mey guys, mat's up?" Izzy managed to say.

Chris shook his head. "Well, congrats on sticking it out. Hope losing the trailer was worth it somehow," he said, and she shrugged as she took her place in the stocks. "Next up on the chopping block, we have… Duncan!"

Duncan scoffed. "Bring it on, man."

"Oh, we will!" Chris promised, before spinning the wheel. When it came to rest on a musical note, he said "Your challenge is to spend ten seconds listening to New Age music!"

The punk went stiff. "New Age? Not New Wave?" he said. When Chris nodded, he groaned. "This is gonna bite…" he muttered, before walking over and lying back on the slab. Chef placed a pair of headphones on it, before pressing play as the timer began.

Duncan's face instantly became pained. "So many… flutes…!" he said through gritted teeth. Six seconds in, and he began clenching and unclenching his fists. "So lame…!" As the timer hit nine seconds, he screwed his eyes shut. "That's it!" he said, and reached for the headphones. Then the timer went off just as he grabbed them, making him sag in relief.

"And Duncan makes it to Round 2!" Chris announced.

Duncan ripped the headphones off and staggered back to his seat. As he dropped into his chair, Gwen leaned over. "Was it really that bad?" she asked, no fan of New Age music herself.

He shuddered. "Worse. It had dolphin cries," he revealed, making her shudder as well.

Chris chuckled. "Moving on, our next player will be Daphne, who will experience… the Bee Shirt!"

Daphne raised both eyebrows even as she rose and walked over. "I'm afraid to ask if you just mean a shirt made of bees."

"Almost," Chris said, and Chef produced a vest. The exterior of it was coated in honey, making her grimace as she placed it on. Then he produced a white box whose side he slid open, letting a swarm of bees fly out.

Daphne gasped and went absolutely still. The bees, drawn by the smell of the honey, quickly flew over and formed a layer over the vest, as well as crawling over the rest of her torso and upper arms. "This–" she began, before a bee flew by her mouth and she instantly shut it.

Heather called "Don't freak out! They'll want to sting you then!"

The brunette just gave a tiny nod, trying to move as little as possible. Every second felt like it dragged on, especially since she didn't dare try to turn her head to see the timer. Five seconds, then seven… nine… ten. Once the buzzer went off, Chef—who had hastily put on a beekeeper's outfit—slowly removed the honey vest from her. Once the last bee was drawn away, she released her breath and dropped to her knees.

"That… was…" she said, panting. She had never experienced an adrenaline rush like that. Not in the previous challenges, not once before in her life. She looked up, smiling. "Can I do that again?!"

Chris reared back, seeing how large her pupils had grown. "Uh, no," he said bluntly. "But you can name whoever the next challenge will be for."

She whipped her head over to look at the others. "Hmm…" she said, and several of them appeared nervous. "How about… Liam! He hasn't gone yet!"

Said redhead frowned. "Gee, thanks," he muttered. "So what horrible experience am I getting saddled with?"

"Let's find out," Chris replied. Another spin, and as it slowed down the arrow pointed to a lighting bolt. "You get a nice round of shock treatment! With electric eels."

Upon hearing that, his worried look became calm once more. "Electro-shock therapy? That's it?" he said, before shrugging and lying back on the slab. "This didn't work when my first therapist tried it, and I doubt it will now."

Courtney frowned. "What do you mean 'first therapist'?"

He paused. "Um… maybe we can talk about that after the challenge?" he asked. She crossed her arms but slowly nodded, making him sigh in relief. "Okay, hit me with it," he said, looking at Chef.

Chef nodded and put on a pair of thick rubber gloves before reaching into a fish tank. Pulling out an eel with each hand, he said "Clear!" before bringing them to Liam's chest.

"Hrrrrgh!" he said, gritting his teeth. After three seconds, Chef pulled away and he glared at him. "Don't quit now!" he called, and Chef obliged by shocking him again. "Ghh, dammit!" Another shock, and he swung his foot back to slam it against the slab.

One more shock and the buzzer went off, making him sigh. Chris stepped over, doing his best to ignore the smell of burnt hair. "Nice work, man. Daphne, since he completed the challenge, you're now out. And for sticking it out with barely any complaint, you get to pick—"

"Can it be someone who's already gone?" Liam asked, looking over in Duncan's direction and making the punk frown.

Chris paused, brow furrowed at being interrupted. "Unfortunately not."

He looked away from Duncan to the host. "Then I choose Heather."

"Excellent. Heather, you'll be enduring…" Chris said. This time, the wheel landed on an image of a nose. "Having Chef pluck your nose hairs one at a time!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Is that all? As if a bit of beauty treatment is going to make me quit," she said, calmly taking Liam's place on the slab.

As she completed her challenge without issue, Trent turned his head as much as he could go face Gwen. "You weren't kidding about girls and pain," he said, watching Heather not react save for a small grunt whenever a hair was pulled.

"Told you," she said with a smile.

Heather rubbed her nose and sat back down while Liam grimaced and placed his head in the stocks. "Before you ask, I nominate the next challenge to be for Owen."

The large boy grinned. "Awesome. Let's do this!"

"Glad to see you so excited," Chris told him. "Because your challenge will be… the Grizzly Bear Log Roll!"

Owen's smile faded. "The what?"

As an answer, he was led to a small pond, in the middle of which was a log with a bear standing on it. Waving his hand at the bear, Chris said "Introducing Molotov, performer with the Russian Circus and the European Log Rolling champion for the past twelve years! All you have to do is remain on the log for ten seconds while he rolls it." A few ripples appeared in the water around the log, and he added "Oh, and I wouldn't advise falling in. We filled the water with piranhas."

Owen gulped. "I don't know about this…"

"You can do it, dude!" Trent called.

"Yeah, we believe in you!" Izzy said, before turning to Daphne and shaking her head.

Slowly, Owen nodded and stepped onto the log. Between his weight and the bear's, it sank halfway into the water, leaving both him and Molotov with little room to move. "All set?" Chris asked, and both he and the best nodded. "Then… go!"

Molotov immediately turned and began running, causing the log to roll. "Whoa! Whoa-oa!" Owen called, struggling to stay on his feet as he backpedaled. Then, as he found his rhythm, Molotov picked up speed. "Easy! Nice bear!" Owen said panically.

The bear's reply was to suddenly jump and turn around, landing and facing the other direction. The log lurched to a stop, kicking up water on it and nearly throwing Owen off. Then Molotov began running the other direction, forcing Owen to start running forward. Until, that is, his shoe slipped on the wet wood and he yelled "Oh, cra–!" before falling face-first into the water.

As the other campers gasped, several of the piranhas leaped in and out of the water, teeth glinting. Owen's head soon broke the surface. "Ow, ow! Ow, that smarts!" he called hurriedly swimming over to the edge. "Ow! Hey, that's my butt!" he said, before managing to pull himself out. There was a piranha hanging on his left arm, his right shoulder and each of his buttcheeks. As he tried to pull one off, it bit down harder and he cried out in pain again. "How do I get these things off?"

"Well...if you had some McLean Brand Piranha Repellant, that would probably help," Chris said, pulling a can of said spray from his pocket. "Too bad we didn't stock any spares!" he added, using the last of it on himself as Owen came near.

Owen gave Chris that most annoyed expression they had seen on the loveable oaf. As he took his spot in the stocks, Gwen took pity on him and said "Hold still," before gently prying the fish off one at a time.

Once the last one was gone, he sighed in relief. "Thanks, Gwen. I owe ya," he said, and she smiled in return.

"Almost done with the first round," Chris said. "Next up is Bridgette. This is an easy one," he said, before Chef walked over and placed a bowl of ice cream in front of her.

She blinked. "Um… I just have to eat ice cream?"

"Correct. This ice cream was specially ordered to induce the worst brain freeze possible as fast as possible. Your challenge is to keep eating as fast as you can even after your brain starts freezing," he explained.

Bridgette gulped, before scooping a spoonful. "Well… I guess I'll give it a try."

"Great. Then get ready and… eat!" he said as he started the timer.

Bridgette quickly shoved the ice cream into her mouth. Although she sat straight at how cold it was, there seemed to be no reaction. Two more bites and nothing yet, with four seconds done. As she had her fifth bite, however, she abruptly grimaced. "Oh… there it is," she said, but didn't stop scooping up her next spoonful. Seven seconds done, and she swallowed her seventh bite before her face screwed up in pain. "OK, that really hurts!" she said. But before Chris could say she stopped, she took another and kept going. Nine seconds, and her hands trembled as she fought through the pain. Then, as she swallowed her last bite, the buzzer went off.

"And Bridgette survives to the next round as well!" Chris said.

"Ohhhhh…" Bridgette groaned, holding her head and rocking back and forth in her chair.

"Well, just two competitors yet to go. So let's have it be… Gwen!" the host said, making the goth grimace. "And your torture will be… the Skunk Jump!"

Gwen raised an eyebrow as she stood up. "Gee, sounds fun."

"Glad you think so," Chris said, and Chef placed down a set of rocks in a line. Then he placed a small fence around the rocks before holding up a cage. As he opened it, half a dozen skunks jumped out and scurried between the rocks. "Because you'll be hopping those rocks for ten seconds and hoping you don't get sprayed."

Gwen paused, considered it… and sat back down. "Nope. I am not going to spend the next few days smelling like skunk. Not even that trailer is worth that."

Chef frowned. "Well, fine, if you're gonna ruin my fun…" he said, and replaced her seat with stocks as well. "Harold, you're the last camper who hasn't gone. Let's see what your torture will be." Giving the wheel one more spin, it came to rest on a picture of a barrel. "Ooh, I was hoping someone would get this! You're taking a dive in a barrel of leeches!"

Harold's eyes went wide. "Did you say leeches?" he said, before looking at said barrel as Chef set it down. It was indeed filled with large leeches, making him gulp. "Sorry, but I'm out too. That many leeches on my wiry frame?"

Heather raised an eyebrow. "Wiry…?" she muttered, and Izzy and Daphne snorted.

Harold continued "I could lose a dangerous amount of blood. I can't enjoy a trailer if I'm dead." And with that, he sat back down.

Chris glared at both him and Gwen. "You two have no sense of recklessness, do you? What happened to risking life and limb for victory?"

Gwen shrugged. "We just value life a little more," she said, and Harold nodded in agreement.

Their host rolled his eyes. "Fine, suit yourselves," he said, before turning to face the others. "Then that concludes our first round of the challenge! Out of our initial competitors, only four move on."

The remaining four—Bridgette, Courtney, Heather and Duncan—eyed each other. Chris continued "And I hope you four haven't reached your pain threshold, because it only gets worse from here!" He then turned and kicked the wheel he had been spinning off stage. A new one, smaller and with only six images, was wheeled into its place. "Presenting the Wheel of Misfortune!"

Duncan stared. "You know… a part of me was hoping you were out of challenge ideas," he said.

Chris placed a hand to his chest. "Why, Duncan, it's as if all that time away has made you forget me!" he said with faux-hurt, before grinning. "I always have ideas for humiliating challenges," he said. "Now, let's get the second round started! This second version of the Wheel of Misfortune promises to be even more painful than the first." As he waved a hand at the Wheel, the campers were able to make pictures of a rubber band, a lemon, a pepper, a mouse, a cactus and an ice cube. "With only four of you, this shouldn't take as long, but I'll still enjoy it."

Duncan, Heather, Bridgette and Courtney looked at each other. Each of them had a competitive flame in their eyes, daring the others to bow out. Chris continued "Also, for this round, you can choose not to nominate someone for a challenge if you get through yours without complaint, got it?" They all nodded, and he said "Then let's see who's up first." An intern handed him a hat with four slips of paper. Pulling out one at random, he said "Duncan, you're up!"

At that, the punk finally broke gazes with the others. "Bring it," he declared, walking over to sit in a chair.

Chris obliged and spun the wheel. Due to being smaller, this one spun much faster, enough that they couldn't see the images as it turned. When it came to a stop, it was on the rubber band. "I was hoping someone would get this!" he said. Chef stepped forward and strapped Duncan's arm to the seat. He then produced a set of large, thick rubber bands, which he began wrapping around Duncan's arm. Chris explained "These are some of the strongest, most durable rubber bands our interns could find online. You have to endure ten seconds of Chef doing his best to break them and enduring the pain when he fails."

Duncan smiled and didn't move to get up. "I've handled worse."

Through his mask, Chef glared at him and immediately pulled back one of the rubber bands before letting go. It hit his arm with a loud smack but remained unbroken. Duncan, meanwhile, immediately stopped smiling. "And… go!" Chris said, only then starting the timer. Before Duncan could glare at him, Chef snapped an even larger band and he gritted his teeth. Then Chef grabbed one with each hand and repeated the process, making him shout in pain.

Over and over he snapped them, the seconds ticking by. And while Duncan made more than a few shouts or groans, he didn't voice any complaints.

The buzzer finally went off, and Chris said "And Duncan manages to survive another one! So, do you want to–"

"Courtney," he said immediately.

The host paused. "Uh, you remember how I said you could choose not to–"

"I know. And I nominate Courtney," he said, throwing a glare at the C.I.T.

She glared right back, and Chris shrugged his shoulders. "Alrighty, then. Courtney, let's see what you'll be doing," he said, giving the Wheel another spin. She watched it nervously while Duncan had a look of anticipation.

Confessional Stall - Duncan

"Whatever the challenge ends up being, I'm sure that she won't be able to do it after getting thrown around by a Sasquatch," he said. "Either way, watching her try'll be nothing but cathartic."

As the Wheel slowed down, it came to a stop on the pepper. "Oooh, today's just not your day, Courtney. You get the Reaper Eater!"

Courtney gulped. "That doesn't sound reassuring," she muttered.

Chef walked forward and placed a plate in front of her, on top of which was a single pepper. It wasn't even very large and appeared almost shriveled, but it was bright red with a pointed tail. "Introducing the Carolina Reaper. With an average rating of 1.6 million Scoville Heat Units—for context, jalapeños usually peak around 8000—this puppy currently holds the record for 'world's hottest pepper'. Your challenge is to chew on it for ten seconds before spitting it out."

Courtney stared down at the pepper with wide eyes. "Just… just chew on it? I don't have to eat it?"

"I wanted that to be the case," Chris admitted. "But the producers felt that having vomit-inducing incidents in back-to-back episodes would be tasteless, no pun intended. Don't worry, this will burn plenty either way."

Courtney slowly reached forward and picked up the pepper. She hesitated… then looked back at Duncan's challenging smirk. Frowning, she said "Well, here we go," before biting the pepper off at the stem.

The countdown began and the other three competitors–plus the eliminated campers–all watched as she chewed. As she did, she hummed. "You know, it's not that bad. It actually has a fruity kind of taste t–"

Then she froze.

Her pupils grew large, her shoulders shook, and sweat broke out on her forehead. Her mouth continued moving on autopilot, but a faint scream managed to make it between her lips.

"Yep, that's usually how it goes," Chris said.

Confessional Stall - Duncan

The teen was holding his sides as he hunched over. "Hahaha-hahahaha! Oh man, did you see her face? That almost makes up for booting me off by itself!" he said, continuing to laugh.

The moment the buzzer went off, Courtney immediately spat out the chewed-up pepper and screamed. "OH MY F #$%& GOD, THAT BURNS!" she howled. "Someone get me some milk! Or some alcohol!"

Chris snapped his fingers. "Milk! That's what I was forgetting!" he said. "As for alcohol, I'm not allowed to give that to minors."

Courtney didn't even waste time glaring at him, as she immediately turned to the other campers. "Do any of you have something?! Anything, please!" she pleaded while tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

For a moment, none of the others said anything. Then Owen slowly raised his hand. "Um… I have some mouthwash in my pocket."

That got the rest to look at him. "...Why?" Gwen asked.

He shrugged as best he could in his stocks. "It was something Cody taught me. He said 'You never know when a girl you like will want to kiss you. So always have a way to freshen your breath on hand'."

Courtney ignored the exchange and frantically climbed over the rows until she was next to him. "Whatever, that'll do!" she said, before reaching into his pocket and yanking out a small bottle of green mouthwash. She immediately poured half the bottle into her mouth and began swishing, moaning in relief.

Chris chuckled. "Well Duncan, looks like your quest for payback backfired," he said, making Duncan grimace as his seat was replaced with stocks. "And since all those complaints came after the buzzer, Courtney could nominate someone if she wants to." The C.I.T. simply shook her head, before spitting out the mouthwash and using the other half. "Okay, then I'll decide who goes next," Chris said, reaching into the hat once more. Pulling out another slip, he said "And it's… Bridgette!" Bridgette gulped, but saved her reaction for when she knew what the challenge was. As Chris spun the wheel, it eventually stopped at the lemon. "And it's the Lemon Juice Eye Drops, how fun!"

She raised her eyebrows. "Wait… that's it?"

Chris blinked, before frowning. "Maybe you didn't hear me. You'll be receiving drops of lemon juice. In your eyes."

Bridgette shrugged and laid down on the slab. "And I've spent entire days out surfing in saltwater."

Chef shrugged and held up a small lemon-shaped bottle, which he placed an eyedropper into. Once he had enough, he reached over and let one drop fall into her right eye, then her left. Bridgette immediately groaned and began blinking, but she didn't quit. Chef placed another pair of drops in, and by that point tears had begun to form.

"Okay, that does sting," she remarked. A third set of drops was added, and just then the buzzer went off.

"Huh," Chris said, blinking in surprise. "Well, color me surprised. Bridgette, nice job."

Bridgette looked at him, and he reared back from how pink her eyes appeared. "No sweat. And I don't want to pick anyone," she said, walking over to take her seat.

"Just as well, since there's only one person left to go," he said, making Heather cross her arms. "Heather, let's see what you get!"

When the Wheel stopped this time, it was on the image of a cactus. "And your challenge… is to hug this cactus for ten seconds!" Chris declared, waving a hand at a tall, human-sized cactus that Chef carried over.

Heather stared at the cactus incredulously, before slowly turning to Chris. Seeing that he wasn't joking, she looked at the cactus again… then looked at Bridgette and Courntey. "If I concede this challenge, do you two swear not to vote for me tonight?" she asked bluntly.

That made those two–as well as several other campers–look at her in surprise.

Confessional Stall - Heather

"Having that trailer is not worth spending days pulling needles out of everywhere," she stated with crossed arms. "I don't think Chris was telling the truth about letting us keep it anyway. But giving up the prize in exchange for near-immunity? Definitely worth it."

Courtney paused, not having planned this or being put on the spot. "Well… I… sure! We can vote for someone else!" she said. As she said that, she carefully avoided looking Duncan's way.

Bridgette was less subtle, but slowly nodded. "I guess that would be fair."

Heather grinned. "Great! Then I'm sitting this out," she said, stepping back and letting her seat be replaced with stocks.

Chris pouted. "You know, you can really take the joy out of a good torture," he said, and Chef carried the plant away. Heaving a sigh, he turned to face the last two contestants. "Bridgette, Courtney, it's down to you two. After over a dozen challenges, we've reached the sudden death round." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. "The camper who participates in this challenge will win the prize and immunity if they succeed. If not, it goes to the other person. And the one participating in the final challenge will be…" he said, before flipping it. As the coin came back down, he caught it and gave it a look. "Courtney!"

She did her best to not groan. As Chris spun the wheel one more time, it came to rest on the picture of the ice cube. In response, Chef and a few interns pushed a small swimming pool next to the stage, which was filled with ice cubes. "This one's easy. You just have to take a plunge into this pool of ice water, then swim back out in ten seconds or less."

Already wincing from her time with the Sasquatchanakwa, Courtney looked over at the trailer. Then she looked back to the other campers–specifically, the other girls. Daphne and Gwen both had an eyebrow raised, while Heather had her arms crossed with an expectant look on her face. Slumping, Courtney said "Okay, let's do it." She walked over and climbed the small ladder next to the pool.

Once she was in position, Chris said "And… go!" and she jumped in.

She briefly disappeared under the surface, before emerging a second later. "COLD!" she shouted, frantically swimming for the edge. However, even once she reached the halfway point, her kicks were noticeably slowing down, the cold sapping her strength.

From inside his stocks, Liam frowned. "Come on, Courtney, you can make it! You can do whatever it takes, no matter what!"

Getting into the spirit of it, Lindsay also called "Yeah, go Corry!"

Owen, also eager to cheer someone on, said "Show that water who's boss!"

As all this reached her ears, Courtney looked down. "Come on, dig deep! Dig… deep!" she said, picking up speed again. Three seconds left and she reached the edge, trying to pull herself over.

Just as her feet made it out of the water, the buzzer went off. She fell to the ground, and Chris called "Courtney wins!"

Everyone else's stocks unlocked, allowing them to stand. "Awesome!" Harold called, while Owen and Lindsay cheered and Liam grinned. Even Bridgette applauded, causing Heather and Gwen to reluctantly do the same.

Seeing the C.I.T. shivering on the floor, Chris said "Want someone to take you to your new trailer to warm up and raid its fridge?"

But Courtney shook her head and looked up. "I-I'm g-g-giving the trail-ler to Br-Bridgette," she managed to get out.

That made Bridgette freeze, staring at her in surprise. After a moment, however, she grinned widely. "Then I'm gonna share all the food in there with everyone else."

"Sweet! Party!" Owen called, getting more cheers from the other campers.

While they were doing that, Liam accepted a towel from Chef. As he kneeled next to Courtney and wrapped it over her shoulders, he said "You were amazing out there." Then he leaned in and smiled. "And that was smart, fulfilling that promise right away," he whispered.

Courtney managed to smile back. "J-Just thinking strategically," she whispered back.

Chris said "Well, if you're all doing that, Chef can take the night off from cooking. So I'll see you all at the elimination ceremony," before walking away.

Later that afternoon, as the sun was going down, the campers were spread out on the grounds in front of Bridgette's trailer, which had been moved next to the girls' cabin. The door was left open for music to come from the sound system inside, letting a collection of surfer rock tunes be heard. Each teen had a can of soda in hand, and most were talking with each other. Liam and Courtney leaned on a wooden rail next to each other, keeping the others in view while Harold lingered nearby. As they watched, they noticed Duncan walking towards Bridgette, but they were too far away to hear.

Said blonde looked up as he came closer. "Hey," he greeted her. "This party's not bad, but that doesn't make us even for doing me dirty like you did."

Bridgette frowned. "If I was one of the ones that voted for you, sure. But I didn't."

He raised an eyebrow. "Then I suppose it was Princess, Scarecrow and Dweebus?"

"If you mean Courtney, Liam and Harold, then yes. They were already in an alliance before I joined," she replied.

Duncan grunted. "Then I've got no beef with you," he conceded. However, he then immediately turned around and yelled "Hey, you three!"

They looked over at him, as did every other camper while the music also paused. "I meant it when I said I'm here to win," he said. "But before I make it to finals, I'm gonna do my best to see you three on the Boat outta here. You can sleep sure of that." Then he chugged his drink before walking past them, snatching the can from Harold's hands as he went past.

There was an awkward pause, and then the music started back up. Harold glared at Duncan and his stolen drink, before walking over to the redhead and C.I.T. "So we're voting for him tonight, right?"

Courtney hesitated. "Well… honestly, Duncan's just one guy. And not even a well-liked one, especially if he keeps this up," she said, causing his frown to deepen. "Now Owen, on the other hand, that's someone we need to–"

"Owen?" Harold said incredulously. "Are you joking? He's been a great guy throughout this whole show. He even let you use his mouthwash today, in case you forgot. Duncan's been nothing but a bully since before he was eliminated."

Liam spoke up. "Even so, Duncan's a lone wolf. He's no threat to our alliance in the eliminations."

"He's a threat to me, both in eliminations and out," Harold rebutted. "Look, I'm going to vote for Duncan tonight. And either you guys can stand by me and help, or you can consider me out of the alliance."

Courtney reared back, eyes wide. "Are you… extorting us?"

He crossed his arms. "I'm standing up for myself, like Leshawna told me to." He looked at Courtney. "You've been holding the reins for this alliance the entire time. Now I'm making the call: tonight, we vote out Duncan," he told them, before walking away as well.

Once he was gone, Liam and Courtney looked at each other. "So… what are we actually going to do? Besides make sure that Harold doesn't tamper with the votes tonight, that is."

He looked away to other campers, specifically one. "We need to communicate a message."

After the sun had set, the twelve campers were seated in front of the bonfire in two rows. As he stood in front of them, Chris said "Okay, so first thing's first: We're out of marshmallows."

"Nooooo!" Owen wailed in despair. As he waved his arms, Izzy reached over and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

"Now, onto the second thing," Chris continued. "Normally, I respect keeping your decisions and your dirty laundry private. But this time, we're gonna go live with your confessionals!" he declared with a grin. As Chef wheeled a television over, the campers' eyes all widened, while several appeared nervous.

Harold

"I stopped being afraid of bullies once Duncan was eliminated. He doesn't scare me now."

Heather

"Well, since I don't have to worry about being voted out tonight, I get to strategize."

Owen

"Out of everyone left, Courtney, Heather and Duncan are definitely the scariest people on the island. But Courtney has immunity, so…"

Izzy

"Whoo, that was a great first challenge to come back on! Since she and Daph are friends now, I'm not gonna vote for Heather. But… she's not the only stick in the mud around here."

Gwen

"Izzy is completely insane. And what's more, now we're going to be sleeping in the same room again. This is gonna suck."

Duncan

"I wasn't joking before. Courtney, Liam and Harold? Those three are going down."

Lindsay

"Oh, I don't know who to vote for! Helen and I were friends before, Gwen and I are friends now, and Corry has immunity. How am I supposed to pick someone?"

Liam

"It's simple: Threats are eliminated."

Daphne

"Now that Izzy's back, the rest of the campers can take a short walk and a long fall. All I need now is to find out where Chris started hiding all the matches, and I'm set."

Bridgette

"That was really cool of Courtney to keep her word and give up the prize. And I know Duncan said he has no beef with me, but he does have beef with my friends."

Trent

"Duncan may be gunning for Courtney's faction, but he hasn't done anything to me. Really, I think I should focus on the people who I think are the biggest threats at the moment."

Courtney

"It was never personal. But I can't let a roadblock get in the way of me steering us to victory."

Once the confessionals were aired, the teens looked at each other with various expressions. Before any of them could speak, however, Chris said "Well, I'm sure hearing that's not going to affectanyof your relationships going forward. Either way, I tallied the votes, and we have a clear loser. The camper being eliminated tonight is…"

The campers leaned in.

...

...

...

"Harold."

Most of the campers gasped, particularly Harold himself along with his allies.

Duncan, on the other hand, sent him a vicious grin. "I told ya."

Harold stared at him. "But we… you…" he said. He nearly said 'You had to have switched the votes'. But having just seen the confessional footage, he knew that wasn't the case. Still speechless, he didn't resist when Chef grabbed him by the arm and dragged him towards the Dock. His luggage had already been loaded onto it, and he tossed the nerd on board with a grunt.

Bridgette stood at the edge of the Dock. "This really stinks," she said. "But I'll do everything I can to win this. And make sure Duncan doesn't," she promised.

That got Harold to smile. "Thanks for that. Bridgette. You're a true friend," he told her, getting her to smile back.

As the Boat began to drive away, he straightened. "Oh, that's right!" he said, before digging through his luggage. "I may have lost a shot at a hundred-thousand dollars, but I'll take true love any day. And now that we've both been eliminated, I can call Leshawna!" he declared, dialing the number even as he pulled out of sight.

Once the campers started to leave the bonfire, Duncan came to a stop by the washrooms. As expected, he found none other than Heather waiting there.

"Well? I held up my end," she said.

He nodded. "You said you'd keep me from getting booted off tonight, and you did," he agreed. "Doesn't mean I agree to being in an alliance with you. Still, if you've got suggestions on future votes, I'll be willing to listen."

Heather shrugged. "I figured as much. Sleep well," she told him, before heading for bed while he did the same.

I was rolling randomly for both the order of the contestants and their challenges, yet I still somehow got Lindsay with the marshmallow wax. Weird. I know the Carolina Reaper didn't get the record until 2017, and the show takes place in 2007. I'm handwaving that and saying the plant was bred early. Also, yeah, I felt like writing out every one of the challenges for this episode. It was one of my top three for Season 1, now that I think about it. Now for the votes:

Courtney, Liam, Daphne, Heather, Izzy and Duncan → Harold

Harold, Bridgette and Lindsay → Duncan

Gwen → Izzy

Trent and Owen →Heather

Eliminated:

1. Beth, the Wannabe

2. Noah, the Know-It-All

3. Duncan, the Delinquent

4. Eva, the Female Bully

5. Sadie, the Sweet Girl's Friend

6. Geoff, the Party Guy

Teams are reorganized.

7. Katie, the Sweet Girl

8. Izzy, the Psycho Hose Beast

9. Ezekiel, the Home-Schooled Guy

10. Cody, the Geek

11. Tyler, the Jock

12. DJ, the Brickhouse with Heart

13. Justin, the Eye Candy

14. Leshawna, the Sister with 'Tude

Teams are dissolved, Duncan and Izzy return.

15. Harold, the Dweeb