Time for the next chapter, baby.

I'm sorry this chapter took so long! I am officially back at work 4-5 days a week, so the days of shorter updates are behind us, unfortunately! I will be aiming to get one chapter out every 3-5 weeks now, instead of every 2-3. Hope everyone understands!

Don't forget to vote on the poll if you haven't yet! Time is running out to choose who returns at the merge!

I have decided to include the Duncan/Gwen conversation at the beginning of this chapter! I'm surprised so many people were Team Duncan, considering lots of people were Team Gwen back in Chapter Four. Interesting…verryyy interesting.

Anyways, I know some of you were bummed by Sammy's elimination, and I'm sorry for that! But everyone left is so developed that I HAVE to get rid of someones beloved character every time I do an elimination!

Note: Incase it's not obvious; this chapter takes place on the same night as the previous chapter, not the day after.

The episode opened on a fancy hotel room. Shopping bags were strewn all over the floor and bed, and piles of rumpled clothes adorned pretty much every surface.

"Nah, it just isn't quite me!" Came a whiny voice from off-screen. The camera did a quick pan to show Izzy looking into a full length mirror. She was currently dressed in a sleek, knee-length red dress made. Her frown contrasted the beautiful dress, though.

Next to her, a tired looking older woman with a tight bun of grey hair and grandma glasses sighed. "I understand, Miss Izzy. Perhaps dress number forty-seven will…finally…be to your liking?"

"You don't understand, Candance!" Izzy told her, doing a quick twirl in the red dress before scoffing and shrugging out of it. The camera panned quickly to Candance to avoid anymore nudity from the girl, and the sounds of rifling through different dresses could be heard from offscreen. "This is the first date I've had with Owen in years! I gotta knock his socks off with a dope-ass dress, you feel me?!"

"My name is Rebecca," 'Candance' said dryly, sighing as one of the dressed flopped over her face.

Izzy gasped and, the camera cut back to her as she held a new dress over her body. This one was emerald green and adorned with different sage-green leaves and flowers. "Whoa! Why didn't you bring this one out first?!"

"Because it's a Halloween costume of a forest spirit, Miss Izzy…"

"It's perfect!" Izzy became a quick blur of green and ginger as she rapidly changed into the dress. "Look at that, I look badass!"

"Whatever you say, Miss Izzy…can I go now?"

"You services are no longer required, Candance!" Izzy told her formally, "Leave my presence…at once!"

Rebecca/Candance rolled her elderly eyes. "I'm too old for this," she muttered under her breath as she hobbled out of the room.

The camera followed the older woman as she hobbled down the hallway, but stopped when she passed the next door. The camera went through the door to show two other members of Team Oddball, though these two were relaxing on the bed and chatting.

"I've never felt so fancy!" Shawn exclaimed, picking at his new suit. The boy was dressed in a sharp, classic black three-piece suit. His beanie was off and his hair had been combed and styled into something more current and fashionable. It was slicked back and up, and the shaggy back had been trimmed to hug his neck.

"You're telling me!" Owen giggled. The boy was dressed exactly like he had been when he gave his farewell speech early on in Total Drama Action, slicked back hair and all. "But I'm just excited for the dinner!"

"Remember though, man," Shawn warned him, "this is a fancy date with your new-slash-old girlfriend! You gotta be on your best behavior!"

"I know," Owen said, tone and face serious as he tugged on his collar nervously. "You gotta make sure I don't get too distracted by all the delicious food. I'm already way better than I used to be, but with food as good as this restaurant's will probably be…I need you to watch my back, ok?"

Shawn clapped him on the back and gave him a confident thumbs up. "You got it, Bro! I have your back!"

"You're the best, dude!" Owen gushed, reaching out and crushing Shawn in his signature bear hug.

Knock knock.

Owen released Shawn and turned to the door. "Come in!"

As Shawn massaged his bruised ribs and regained his breath, the door opened and Jasmine walked in.

"Oi, I think the limo is here," she said, "time to go, mates."

"Sounds goo-guhhhhh…" Shawn turned to look at his girlfriend, but trailed off when he took her in with his eyes.

Jasmine stood there in a beautiful turquoise and teal floor-length dress. There was slit in the dress that went all the way to her hip, and the dress itself wasn't too modest in the front, either. Her hair was down and framed her face nicely. She noticed Shawn staring and her cheeks heated up.

"Wow, Jasmine! You look amazing!" Owen said happily, nudging is now-drooling friend. "Eh, Shawn?"

Shawn shook himself out of his stupor and quickly got up from the bed. He crossed the room and approached Jasmine, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You look like a goddess," he told her.

"Oh shut up," Jasmine chuckled, bending down to give Shawn a quick kiss. "Now c'mon, we've got a dinner to eat!"

"Woohoo!" Owen blew past the two and into the hall. "Jasmine, where is Izzy?"

"I dunno," Jasmine revealed, joining Owen in the hallway with Shawn. "I haven't seen here since we split up to pick dresses."

"I'm right here!" Came Izzy's voice, and the three other Oddballs looked around in surprise. "No, silly geese! Up here!"

Jasmine, Owen and Shawn looked up in surprise to see Izzy suspended on the ceiling. The redhead had her arms and legs firmly pressed into the walls, allowing her to keep her body on the ceiling.

"Izzy," Owen put his hands on his hips, his tone scolding, "what are you doing up there? We've got a dinner to catch!"

Izzy hopped down from the ceiling and landed right next to Owen. "Look at you, Big-O!" She said fondly, "you're looking sharp!"

Owen blushed, "aw, thanks Izzy! You look like a forest fairy!"

"Forest queen, actually," Izzy said, grinning like a pixie. She reached out and ruffled Owen's slicked back hair, returning it to its usual state. "Alright, let's go!"

(Hotel Confessional: Owen.)

"Wow, this Confessional is so fancy!" Owen exclaims, looking around the Confessional in awe. "Anyways, can you believe this reward?" He chuckles, "I mean Chris is really going all out this season, baby! Bring on the food!" From outside the Confessional, you can hear a limo honking, and Owen gasps and bolts from the Confessional. "Hold on! I'm coming!"

(End Hotel Confessional: Owen.)

Back on Wawnakwa, the moonlight gleamed over the camp, and a certain pissed off goth found herself sitting on top of the 1,000 foot cliff. She hugged her knees to her chest, glaring out over the water with eyes still red from the tears she had shed.

Footsteps crunched in the grass behind her, and Gwen hunched up her shoulders defensively. "Unless you want to get hurled over the cliff, I suggest you leave me alone."

The footsteps didn't heed her warning, and continued until they were right behind the goth.

"Go ahead," came a familiar voice, "I'm waiting for my watery fate."

Gwen relaxed a bit, and turned her head to look over her shoulder at the new arrival. "Hey, Bridgette," she said glumly.

Bridgette took a seat next to the goth, and the two sat in silence for a few moments. The air was cool and tranquil as the two long-term friends stared out over the sparkling water and starry sky.

"So," Bridgette finally said, "you gonna tell me what the heck happened? Because I was just as surprised as Sammy was about what happened."

Gwen winced when she heard the name of her friend. "What is there to say? Duncan happened."

"Well, yes," Bridgette said patiently, "but like…what happened?"

"…" Gwen was silent for a second before she started speaking. "Well, you see what happened was…"

~Hours Earlier~

"Hey," Duncan pulled Gwen aside, "we need to talk."

Gwen gave him a curious look, but let herself be lead out the back door of the Mess Hall. They walked in silence for a few minutes in the woods before coming into a clearing. Duncan stopped and turned around to look at her.

"What's up?" Gwen asked, a little nervous.

"I was worried at first that he was gonna confess his feelings or something," Came Gwen's narrated voice over the footage. "But looking back, I wish he had…it would've been less awful than what he actually wanted…"

"I wanted to talk to you about the vote," Duncan said plainly. The punk walked over to a nearby tree and leaned against it, eyeing Gwen up and down with a cautious look on his face.

"The vote?" Gwen repeated, still confused. "What is there to talk about? It's gotta be Beardo, right? I mean, he's a good guy, but…" the words died on her lips when she saw Duncan shaking his head.

"No, we're voting off Sammy tonight."

It took Gwen a second for the meaning of Duncan's words to register, and she laughed it off initially. "Right, okay…" she said playfully. "Are you sure Bridgette's not the better option?"

Now it was Duncan's turn to look uncomfortable. "No, I'm serious, Gwen."

The smile on Gwen's face died. "What? Why would we vote of Sammy? Beardo blew it with the duck calls today, and he's the odd man out on our team now that Jo is gone!"

"No," Duncan contradicted, "Beardo and I are tight now, Gwen. But the main reason I want Sammy gone is because she tried to eliminate me earlier in the season. I gotta get payback on her."

"Payback?!" Gwen repeated incredulously. Her mouth had fallen open in shock upon the realization that Duncan was serious about eliminating her friend. "But…but…I was the one who set up your elimination, not Sammy!"

"That's a lie," Duncan accused, "you told me you had second thoughts before the elimination, but Sammy had gone ahead with the plan without double checking with you. True or false?"

"…" Gwen was silent for a moment, and her pale face had knit itself into a scowl. "True," she grit out.

Duncan stopped leaning against the tree and threw his hands over his head in exasperation. "Well there you have it, you me and Beardo will vote for her tonight, and that's that."

"But Sammy's my friend, Duncan!" Gwen told him, as if he somehow didn't know the fact. "I'm not voting for her. Are you crazy?"

Duncan just rolled his eyes. "Are you crazy?" He shot back. "Because just incase you forgot, you agreed to vote with me every ceremony until the merge."

"There's no way you're actually going to force me to do this!"

Duncan scoffed, his tone and expression the perfect picture of apathy. "Uh, yeah Gwen, I am. You're the one that accepted the deal. I'm not out of line for wanting Sammy gone."

"Maybe not, but you're out of line for getting me to backstab my friend!" Gwen shook her head, "I won't do it."

"Yes you will," Duncan laughed, now getting angry himself. "Huff and puff all you want, Gwen. I just knew you'd be like this."

Gwen put her hands on her hips, venom in her tone, "be like what, exactly?"

"You talk like you want to come back and play hard, making deals with me to stay," Duncan drawled, glaring at his ex-lover. "But when push comes to shove, you back out because you don't wanna hurt your 'friends'." He used air quotes. "Psh, like you and Sammy are actually friends."

Gwen just gaped at him, anger, shock and hurt all mixed across her face. "You…you…"

Duncan just watched Gwen struggled to form woods, looking completely unbothered by her anger and hurt.

"You haven't changed at all," she finally spat out, "you're the same dirty piece of trash I dated when we were younger."

If she had intended to hurt Duncan, then it was mission accomplished. "Watch your mouth," he growled, "I've changed a lot since then. Just because I'm making a game move you don't like doesn't negate that."

But Gwen wasn't listening. She turned on her heel and stomped deeper into the woods.

"Come back here, this conversation isn't over!" Duncan barked after her.

Gwen just responded by throwing him the bird over her shoulder.

~The Present~

"Wow…" Bridgette said, looking a little lost for words. "That was ugly."

Gwen exhaled loudly through her nose, "You're telling me," she grumbled. "Can you believe him!?" She waited for Bridgette to voice her agreement, and maybe call Duncan a piece of garbage swine-monkey or something! Instead she was met with silence. "Bridgette? Don't tell me you agree with him?"

"I don't," Bridgette assure her quickly, "but…I do kinda see where he's coming from, Gwen."

Gwen's head snapped to face her friend, true surprise on her face. "You do?!"

"Well, yeah," The surfer rubbed her arm, a little nervous. "I mean, you said yourself that Sammy spearheaded Duncan's elimination in the second challenge, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, from a game standpoint it just makes sense for Duncan to eliminate her and keep Beardo, who's a vote with him," Bridgette reasoned, "I think you're taking it too personal. He didn't do this just to spite you."

"I don't care if it's good for his stupid game!" Gwen exclaimed, running her hand through her hair in frustration. "The fact that he asked me to betray a friend of mine is seriously messed up! Didn't you see Sammy's reaction? She hates me now!"

"She doesn't hate you," Bridgette was quick to console her friend, "she was just upset she lost, that's all. Look, I agree Duncan went about it like mega-jerk. He didn't take your feelings into consideration at all, and just figured you'd be okay with eliminating your friend. That's not cool."

"But you'd be okay with it if he had gone about it nicer?" Gwen asked her incredulously.

"No," Bridgette said quickly, "I'm just trying to look at this objectively, Gwen. He had a reason for it other than just," she dropped her voice a couple of octaves in an unflattering imitation of Duncan's voice, " 'I'm gonna make Gwen squirm just for fun, mwahaha!'. There's probably more to it than that is all I'm saying."

"He had no right," Gwen said stoutly, stubbornly crossing her arms over her knees.

Bridgette let out a sigh. "Gwen, he doesn't owe you anything. You two aren't dating anymore."

"Excuse me?"

Bridgette winced at the anger in Gwen's voice.

"I know we're not together!" Gwen snapped, "I'm the one who ended it, and I'd never get back with him! How could you say that to me?!"

"You're the one that's acting like this is some huge betrayal of trust," Bridgette defended herself, her hands held up in a placating gesture, "like I just said, he doesn't owe you anything. It's not even like you guys were friends, right? I thought stuff was awkward between you guys."

But Gwen was no longer in the mood to talk. "I can't believe what I'm hearing." She hissed, standing up and stalking back down the hill. "I need to be alone right now!"

A sad Bridgette watched he disappear into the night.

(Confessional: Gwen.)

"Was I unreasonable to Bridgette?" Gwen sighs, "looking back…yeah, I think so. I was just so angry at Duncan, and her throwing our old relationship in my face really stung, even if she didn't intend it to come across like that. I guess she was right about Duncan not owing me anything, but I feel like we really were starting to build a friendship again." She hung her head, "and that made me happy…" She's silent for a moment, and when she looks back at the camera there is steely resolve in her eyes. "I might be Duncan's puppet until the merge, but the moment I can, I'm taking him down."

(End Confessional: Gwen.)

(Confessional: Bridgette.)

Bridgette has her hands on her hips, weary and disgruntled as she glares at the camera. "I love Gwen, but darn it if she can't be so stubborn when she gets mad! It's like talking to a brick wall." She lowers her hands from her hips and a sigh escapes her lips. "I know she'll come around once she cools off, but that doesn't make talking to her any easier when she's like that."

(End Confessional: Bridgette.)

A shiny black limo pulled up to a great stone building. Warm candlelight glowed in the windows and soft violin music could be heard from inside.

The door to the limo flew open, and Owen sprung out onto the sidewalk, an excited grin on his face.

Izzy popped out behind him, jumping onto the big boy's back. "Easy there, boy! Stay…stay…!"

Owen let out a whine, but kept his feet planted on the sidewalk as Shawn and Jasmine exited the limo on the other side.

"Crikey, this place looks incredible," Jasmine noted, gazing up at the beautiful buttress's.

"You're telling me," Shawn agreed, offering her his arm. Jasmine took it and the two passed Owen and Izzy on the way to the restaurant.

"Alright you two, be on your best behavior in there," Jasmine told them.

Izzy gave the tall girl a salute, "you got it! Even I realize the opportunity to eat at a place this nice is rare! Don't worry, we're gonna enjoy it, right Owen?"

Owen sucked a bit of drool back into his mouth. 'You betcha!" He agreed.

The four entered the restaurant, where they were immediately greeted by a beautiful host. Seriously, this guy put Alejandro to shame.

"Welcome to Enchantique, ladies and gentleman," he said suavely, "how may I help you this fine evening?"

The restaurant itself was gorgeous. It was classy but not stuffy. The light was dim and there was a quiet and comforting thrum of conversation throughout the place. The floor was dark and made of marble, and all the chairs and tables were made of polished mahogany and other dark woods. A fireplace crackled merrily on one wall, and chandeliers filled with candles hung over every table.

"We've got a table for four," Jasmine told the man, "it's probably under 'McLean'."

The host looked down at the booklet in front of him, running his finger down as he scanned for their name. After a second, he looked back up at them. "Yes, I have it right here. There might have been a misunderstand, though…the table we have reserved for you is meant to seat only two people…"

Their faces fell.

"That cheap bastard…" Shawn sighed.

The host looked sympathetically at the group, then craned his head to look deeper into the restaurant. "Let me see what I can do. Excuse me for a moment." He headed off into the restaurant.

"Alright, you know I love you guys," Owen said, looking at his teammates. "But if it comes down to only two of us being able to eat here…I will be willing to throw hands to claim my spot."

"Easy, buddy," Shawn laughed, "I'm sure it won't come to that."

After a few minutes, the host returned with an excited looking couple that looked to be about the same age as the constants.

"These two are generously willing to give you their table, reserved for four." The host told them, "it appears they are fans of yours."

"Oh my god, we love Total Drama!" The boy said, adjusting his glasses excitedly. "I can't believe the real Owen, Izzy, Shawn and Jasmine are standing right in front of us, babe!"

"I know!" The girl clapped her hands together. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, "we totally need a picture with you guys, though!"

"Aw, anything for the fans!" Izzy cooed, ushering the two over to snap a quick pic. Once they were done, the young couple waved goodbye and relocated themselves to their new table.

By the time the four arrived at their table with their host, the table had been perfectly reset. "Your waitress will be right over," the host told them, "enjoy your night."

"Thank you, my good man!" Owen replied in a poor imitation of the hosts's suave voice. The host just stared at him blankly for a second until the fat boy looked down in shame.

"I know I'm dating Owen and all," Izzy said as she pulled out her chair and sat down. "But that guy was yummy. Yum. Eee."

"No kidding," Jasmine grinned.

"I'll say," Owen agreed, "guy was as hot as a habanero!"

The four shared a laugh, and their waitress came over. "Welcome," she said amicably, "can I get you folks started with a drink?"

"For the sake of your restaurant, I'll forgo the alcohol tonight," Izzy said playfully, "just water for me!"

"I'll take a rum and coke!" Owen said.

"We'll split a bottle of house red," Jasmine shared a nod with her boyfriend.

"Very well, I'll be right back!" The waitress turned to leave.

"Wait a sec!" Owen said, looking around the table. He picked up his plate and searched under it, then turned to stare helplessly at the waitress. "Where are the menus?"

The waitress just giggled. "Sir, this is Enchantique. We have no menus here. You come for one five course meal that changes daily."

Owen put the back of his hand to his forehead, "did…did you say five courses?"

"Indeed! The first course should be out in a couple of minutes! I'll be right back with your drinks!"

"Pinch me," Owen said to Izzy, a dreamy smile on his face, "I must be dreaming!"

Izzy grinned and pinched the boy in the ribs, making him squawk. "Nope, not dreaming, Owen!"

Owen's grimace of pain quickly morphed into a cheesy grin. "Yay!"

(Fancy Restaurant Bathroom Confessional: Shawn.)

Shawn looks around the fancy bathroom. "This is kind of weird," he observes. In the background, you can see stalls and sinks. "This is a public bathroom, so I must look kind of weird just talking to a camera in here. Anyways…"

The door opens, and a random man walks in on screen. He's about to enter the stall when he sees Shawn and the cameraman. "Whoa, what kind of sick film are you trying to make here, buster?!" The man shouts, covering his crotch despite him wearing pants. "Pornography is the devils work!"

"What?!" Shawn spluttered, "no, that's not it!"

(End Fancy Restaurant Bathroom Confessional: Shawn.)

Duncan had finished his stormy walk through the woods. The punk was feeling very conflicted despite his display of apathy back at the bonfire.

"This bites," he said aloud as he walked down the path back towards camp. He wasn't sure if he had made the right call. At the time, it had seemed simple and easy, right? Sammy had been the one to put Gwen's early plan of eliminating him into fruition. Beardo was not only someone he liked to hang out with, but he was also a vote with him come the merge. But after seeing how mad Gwen got at him…well, it sucked.

Duncan was no fool, but he still had harbored a little bit of hope that rekindling his friendship with Gwen would eventually, maybe farther down the line, lead to a rekindling of their relationship as well. Now, though? Yeah…it was pretty safe to say she wanted nothing to do with him.

He eventually meandered his way back into camp and set his sights on the Rec Center. He entered, intent on playing some video games, but was surprised to see someone else relaxing on one of the couches, beer in hand.

"Sup, man?" Beardo greeted him, taking a sip of his beer.

Duncan walked over and sat on the opposite couch from him. "Just looking to play some video games, take my mind off this crap," he told the beatboxer. "What are you doing here?"

Beardo shrugged. "I'm a late sleeper, and this is the perfect place to just hang out, enjoy a beer, and play some games."

Duncan chuckled, though it was pretty mirthless. "Sounds good to me. Wanna mow down some zombies?"

"Sure," Beardo agreed, getting up from the couch and firing up the TV and old game station. "Though I gotta ask man, what was up with you back then?"

Duncan crossed his arms defensively, leaning back into the couch cushions. "What do you mean?"

"I mean when you were all cold and aloof with Gwen," Beardo said, turning back to the punk and tossing him a controller, which Duncan caught with ease. "We both know you ain't actually feeling that way, so why were you doing it?"

Duncan was silent for a second, an eyebrow raised as he watched the old video game boot up on the TV. "I…don't wanna talk about it, man," he finally sighed. He turned to his friend, mildly annoyed. "Can we just hang out and play video games?"

Beardo ding dinged at him, giving him a thumbs up. He mimicked a shotgun cocking sound, and the two turned to the TV screen.

The shot cut to the four Oddballs in the fancy restaurant. Empty dishes crowded their table, and all four were looking thoroughly stuffed.

Owen belched loudly, causing the couple at the next table over to give him a disgusted look. "Wow," he sighed, rubbing his swollen belly, "that was amazing! Like…really amazing!"

"Yeah," Jasmine agreed, "I've never been much of a foodie myself, but crikey that was some good eats!"

Their waitress approached the table, "is there anything else I can do for you folks?"

"Is it possible to get a serving of that filet mignon to go?" Jasmine asked the waitress. To Shawn, she said, "I bet Sammy would absolutely love that."

"Err, we don't usually do to-go," the waitress said hesitantly.

Jasmine looked disappointed, but Shawn put a comforting hand on his arm. "I got this," he said confidently. He waved the waitress over, who was now a little confused.

"Here, will this help things?" He asked suavely, flicking his hand out. A twenty dollar bill suddenly appeared in his fingers.

"Sir, you don't need to bribe me," the waitress sighed. "But since you are VIPs, I suppose I can ask the chefs to make an exception."

"Wonderful!" Jasmine said gratefully, "thanks a lot!"

Owen giggled and tapped his pointer fingers together. "Heheh, if we're doing to-go orders, can I get half a dozen-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, Owen," Jasmine interrupted with a wry smile at her teammate, "I think this is a one and done, thing."

It was the waitress's turn to be grateful as she smiled at Jasmine. "I'm afraid so, sir. My apologies."

"Aw, phooey. Don't worry about it!" Owen assured her.

Suddenly, the door to the restaurant barged open, and the restaurant went quiet.

"Oh look, Chef's here!" Izzy waved to the front.

It was true, Chef was there in a valet uniform, looking highly annoyed.

"It's time to go!" Chef barked, "I'm takin ya back to the helicopter. Now!"

"But we're waiting on some food," Shawn said, "it's…" he stopped as the waitress handed him an ornate paper bag covered with gold glitter. "Oh, it's right here. Okay, let's go!"

Owen hopped up onto the table, which shuddered under his weight. His teammates gave him a surprised look as he did so. "En-chan-ticky," he addressed the restaurant, unaware at how badly he was butchering the name of the restaurant, "you've all been lovely." He wiped a lone tear from his eye. "Thank you, and good…" the table wobbled, and Owen went careening off the side, the force of his body splintering a chair and sending a flying chair leg across the restaurant, where it nailed some old bitty in the jaw.

"My dentures!" Cried Old Bitty, as the dentures flew into someones bowl of soup.

"My soup!" Cried the poor patron.

Shawn and Izzy helped Owen up, and Jasmine brushed the wood splinters from his back. "Let's get out of here," the tall girl suggested awkwardly.

"Eh-heh-heh, sorry about you teeth there," Shawn called to the sobbing old lady. Her response was flipping him the bird, causing Shawn to hang his head in shame.

Chef eyed the four of them critically as they trudged past him and out onto the street. A black limo hummed on the curb, and the big cook got into the drivers seat.

Owen, Jasmine, Shawn and Izzy, climbed into the back of the limo, and awkward silence between them. The tubby boy picked a splinter of chair out of his lapel and flicked it out the window.

Chef eyed them from the rearview mirror. "Darn kids…"

Jo was sitting in the girls trailer. She was playing solitaire against herself, and looked around the empty space. "Where the hell is everyone?"

It was true, she was all alone. Gwen and Bridgette were currently up a cliff, and Izzy and Jasmine were off having dinner. Sammy had been eliminated, though Jo didn't know that yet.

"And what the heck is taking those Nuclear girls so long to get back? Haven't they ditched Beardo yet?" Her normally annoyed face turned a little glum. "Man, RIP to that fat bastard. He deserved better. Never would have thought that I would outlast the weirdo. Ah well, guess it just shows how awesome I am." She flipped the last card in her deck, and saw that she was unable to win her game of solitaire. "What?" She barked, slamming her palms on the table and bending down to look at the cards, "what kind of joke is this!?"

The door suddenly opened, and Jo turned her glare from her lost solitaire game to whoever was entering the trailer. "It's about time," she barked at Gwen and Bridgette, "where the heck have you been, was there a tiebreaker or something?"

"Not now, Jo," Bridgette scolded, guiding the still gloomy Gwen over to her bunk.

"And where's Blondie?" Jo continued, turning back towards the door as if expecting her to enter any minute.

"Sammy is gone," Gwen said bitterly. "She was eliminated."

Jo's eyes widened. "Whoa, really? What the hell did she do to mess up that bad? I thought Beardo messed up in the challenge."

"He did," Gwen said, "but here we are."

Jo rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Interesting…very interesting…" she ignored the dirty look sent her way by Bridgette, and returned to her card game.

In the distance, the noise of a helicopter began to slowly get louder and louder. It seemed Team Oddball had returned.

Gwen climbed into her bunk and threw the covers over herself, not even bothering to change into her pajamas. Bridgette had left the trailer to get changed into PJs and brush her teeth. Jo was now playing a new game of solitaire.

After a few minutes, laughter could be heard outside the two trailers. Jo and Gwen heard Izzy and Jasmine say goodnight to Owen and Shawn, and then the footsteps leading up to there trailer. The door opened, and Jasmine crouched under the doorframe to enter.

"Oi, Sammy," she called, "I brought you some steak. It's bloody delicious." She looked around the trailer, noticing her absence. "Oh, is she in the loo or something?"

"She's in the Boat of Losers, more like," Jo said rudely, not bothering to take her eyes off the cards.

"Very funny," Jasmine rolled her eyes, tossing the bag of steak onto the table. Jo reached to grab it, but Jasmine smacked her hand away.

Jo rubbed her slapped appendage, glaring at the taller girl. "Hey, what gives?"

"I said that's for Sammy," Jasmine reiterated, glaring right back. "Paws off!"

"And I said that Blondie is probably sobbing on the Boat of Losers right about now," Jo fired back. "Don't believe me? Ask her teammate!"

The realization that Jo might be telling the truth began to dawn on Jasmine, and she quickly turned to Gwen. "Wait, is she being serious?" She asked the goth, who was facing the wall of the trailer, back to the girls. "Did you guys eliminate Sammy?"

Gwen rolled over to look at Jasmine, and her look told Jasmine everything she needed to know before she opened her mouth. "Yeah, she's gone," Gwen told her sadly.

Jasmine blinked, at a loss for words. The first thing that popped into her mind was that the rest of the team found out about Sammy sabotaging the Alphas back during the jet ski challenge. In her opinion, she could understand why that would fracture trust of Sammy, or make her seem dangerous enough to take out before the merge. "Er, what the heck happened to make Sammy leave?"

A shadow passed over Gwen's face. "Duncan happened," she spat out, turning back to face the wall. "I'm sorry she's gone," she mumbled, "she was my friend too."

"Aw, sorry Jasmine," Izzy gave Jasmine a rib crushing hug, surprising the Australian as she was lifted off her feet. Because the girl was so tall, being lifted smacked her head into the roof of the trailer, and the force of the impact sent the two girls to the ground.

Jasmine rubbed her sore head, but was smiling. "Thanks, Izzy. Just goes to show you how unpredictable this game is. It's all good though, I'll see her after the show." A scowl quickly formed on her face, "though I might need to have a little chat with Duncan. Sounds like he was up to some real skullduggery."

"Yeah, yeah, truly atrocious," Jo agreed, her hand inching across the table towards the bag of leftovers. "So, uh, can I eat this since your pal is gone or whatever?"

"No!" Jasmine snapped, snatching the bag away from her. "I'll give it to someone else, not you!"

"Aw, c'mon!" Jo whined.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been such a jerk to her, Jo!" Izzy added unhelpfully, now stretched out on the floor of the trailer like a cat.

"She shouldn't take it personally," Jo defended herself, "I'm like that to everybody!"

Noah and Lightning were relaxing in their trailer too. Well, Noah was relaxing; lounging on his bed and reading a book.

Lightning, on the other hand, was doing one handed handstand push-ups. Sweat dripped down his face, making a pool on the ground. He had been silent so far, but that was about to change. "Sha-50!" He bellowed.

Noah jumped at the sudden scream, jerking up and slamming his head into the top of the trailer. He hit his pillows with a pained groan.

"Sha-51!" Lightning screamed, his neck muscles bulging with the force of his scream. "Sha-52! Sha-53!"

"Do you mind?" Noah asked the jock, still holding his bruised head. "I'm trying to read here, Lightning!"

Lightning was too tired to hear the boy, and his loud counting and just turned into an endless, agonized scream as he forced his body to the limit.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Owen and Shawn ran in, both looking alarmed.

"What in the late, great Benedict Cumberbatch is going on here?!" Owen exclaimed, still in his fancy suit.

"Uh, Benedict Cumberbatch is still alive, dude," Shawn told him.

"Oh really?" Owen smiled, "thank goodness! I love his eggs!"

"Eggs Benedict isn't named after him," Noah face-palmed.

Owen's smile vanished, and his eyes narrowed at the bookworm. "Well don't you just know everything, Mr. Smarty Pants!"

Noah instantly looked guilty. "Owen, wait…"

But Owen had already turned on his heel and pranced out of the trailer, huffing loudly as he did so.

Shawn watched Owen go, mildly surprised. "What's his deal?" He asked the two Team Alpha members.

"It's nothing," Noah sighed, "he's just mad at me that I voted for Izzy."

"Why?" Lightning asked, having ceased his eternal scream, "it's not like they're dating."

"Uh, actually they are dating," Shawn corrected.

"Oh," Lightning blinked. "Well Noah didn't have a choice! Zoey was immune, and he and Lightning are working together!"

Shawn rubbed his chin, looking at the two guys. "Hmmm…"

(Confessional: Owen.)

Owen is glaring at the camera and surrounded by green fumes. "Noah has some nerve scolding me after voting for Izzy!" He tells the camera crossly, "he hasn't even approached me to apologize!" As he's talking, he unbuttons his pants and sits on the Confessional. "Furthermore…"

Frantic footsteps are heard from outside the Confessional, and the door flies open to reveal an angry Chris in a bathrobe and a facemask. "Owen!" He barked, making the boy yelp, "what did I tell you about using the Confessional as a toilet?!" The green fumes washed over his face and he gagged. "Dude, come on!"

Owen looked down in shame, and his stomach rumbled again. "Save yourself, Christopher," he mumbled, "for you are too late!"

Chris's eyes widened, and he ran out of the Confessional. Owen ripped a fart so massive that the camera cut to static.

(End Confessional: Owen.)

The camera cut to the next morning. The eleven remaining campers stood outside, having just finished up breakfast. A happy tune played, and the logos of the three teams materialized over their respective groups.

Chris stood in front of the three teams, arms folded behind his back as he paced up and down in front of the Mess Hall. "Alright campers, it's time for your next challenge! We're giving a nod back to yet ANOTHER classic challenge!"

"Another one?" Duncan asked, crossing his arms. "But we just did that stupid animal tracking challenge yesterday!"

"Yes," Chris agreed, "and now we're having a nice little callback to the cooking challenge from Season One!"

Beardo let out a triumphant sound. "Awesome! I love to cook!" He looked around, "uh, where are the ingredients?"

"Yeah, last time we had a whole truckload of delicious food to choose from," Owen agreed.

"Your ingredients will come," Chris assured them, "but like I said, this has a twist to it that the first cooking challenge didn't have. You'll have to win the food you'll be cooking!"

The campers didn't really understand what he meant, and the host was met with lots of blank stares. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Here's what I mean. Each team selects one person to participate in the first part of the challenge. Chef will be shooting dodgeballs at you out of his high-powered hydraulic dodgeball launcher. Each dodgeball has a genre of food on it." He held up a dodgeball, and branded into the plastic was the word "Italian". Any ball you catch, you have the option of cooking in that style. You can also pick up a ball from the ground, but you're going to waste valuable time getting nailed by Chef while you do it."

The campers all nodded, so Chris asked for volunteers.

"I got this!" Beardo said, eager to make up for his mistakes in the previous challenge.

"You sure, dude?" Duncan asked him. "No offense, but I'm a little bit more built for this whole dodgeball thing than you are."

Beardo pat his gut, mimicking an exaggerated sloshing sound. "Fair enough, man. But still, I got this. I know exactly what kind of food will win us this challenge. I just hope Chris cared enough to include it."

Chris overheard the beatboxer, "there's over 40 different kinds. I'm pretty sure we have it." He eyed Beardo's husky frame, "though I don't think 'Doritos and Twinkies' is a food genre."

Beardo blushed, looking down in embarrassment.

"Hey!" Bridgette scolded, coming to the defense of her teammate. "C'mon, Chris!"

Chris just grinned at her, "not my fault that the truth hurts, all I'm saying…"

"I got this," Jasmine said to her team. The Amazonian was looking very nervous, and this didn't go unnoticed by her team.

"Everything okay, Jasmine?" Izzy asked her, "you look kind of scared!"

"Me? No, I'm fine." Jasmine said quickly, "let's get this challenge on!"

(Confessional: Shawn and Jasmine.)

Shawn and Jasmine sit next to each other in the Confessional. Both look a little uneasy.

"Cooking!" Jasmine buries her face in her hands. "Of all the challenges, it had to be fancy cooking?!"

Shawn pats her on the back soothingly, "it'll be alright, Jazz. We'll think of something."

"I never learned how to cook anything fancy!" Jasmine complained, "you don't need that for survival! How are you gonna cook a four-course meal when you're living out in the woods?!"

"Yeah, I'm pretty bad at cooking, except for desserts," Shawn sighed. "I can frost the hell out of a cake, but that's about it." He looks at the camera hopefully. "Maybe 'Barebones Gross Forest Scavenged Meal' will be one of the categories?"

(End Confessional: Shawn and Jasmine.)

"I'll do it," Noah volunteered, surprising most of his team.

"I thought you hated dodgeball," Jo said suspiciously.

"With a burning passion," Noah agreed. "But I also have the sneaking suspicion that I'm the only one that knows how to cook worth a damn on this team."

"Lightning knows how to make over two hundred different meals!" Lightning protested.

"I don't think protein shakes and boiled chicken will knock Chris's socks off, dude," Noah told him dryly. "When you grow up the youngest of nine in an Indian household, you pick up a few things. I just need to get the Indian food dodgeball."

"Alright," Chris piped up, "volunteers, step forward!"

Beardo, Noah and Jasmine walked up. Chris tossed them each a pair of safety goggles.

"What are these for?" Jasmine asked, looking down at the goggles. "Dodgeballs are huge, it's not like they'll hit us just in the eye."

"It's to catch your eyeballs," Chris explained, "in the event you get hit in the back of the head and they go propelling out of your skull." He shot the three a wink, then ran off-screen. "Good luck!"

The three heard an ominous 'click-click' behind them, and whipped around to see Chef with a high-powered looking weapon. There was a wide hose attached to the magazine, which led to a kiddy-pool filled with dodgeballs.

"Get ready, suckas!" Chef bellowed. He opened fire on them.

Noah was immediately flattened by a ball after taking it to the face, and he hit the ground with a grunt.

Jasmine caught the first two thrown at her, but saw that they were "Uruguayan" and "Botswanaian". Having no clue what to do with those, she threw them over her shoulder.

Noah picked himself off the floor just to get nailed in the ass by another ball. He went flying.

Beardo ducked under a ball, and it hit a tree behind him with such force that it got stuck into the bark. He looked at it, and saw 'Italian' on it. This proved to be a costly mistake, though, as he got nailed in the back by a ball.

Jasmine caught another two balls, eventually settling on the one labeled 'French'. She ran back to her team with the ball, showing it to them. "Seems good enough, yeah?" She asked the others, who just shrugged.

Noah was scrambling around, tanking dodgeballs and collecting bruises as he looked for the ball labeled 'Indian'. Eventually, he located it, and grabbed it with an excited look in his eyes. He rejoined his team.

Beardo was left scrambling in the search for his ball, but time was running out.

"Ten seconds, Beardo!" Chris called from the sidelines.

Knowing his time was almost up, he grabbed the nearest ball and ran back to his team with a sad trombone sound.

"And…time! Campers, reveal your food genre!"

"We've got French," Jasmine tossed the ball to Chris, who caught it and nodded.

Noah tossed his ball to Chris, but it was short by about twenty yards. Chris gave him a flat look, to which Noah just shrugged in a 'what did you expect' kind of way.

Chris clapped his hands, and an intern ran onscreen to grab the ball and give it to Chris. Chris looked at it and announced, "Team Alpha have to cook me an Indian meal!" He turned to Beardo and the rest of the Nuclears. "Alright, Beardo you can't have more than one ball, so pick which one you want already!"

Beardo looked down at the one ball in his hands and then at Chris, confused. "Uhhh…huh?"

Chris pointed to above his head, and Beardo looked up. While he didn't see anything, he could feel a dodgeball fall deeper into his afro. Confused, he reached up and plucked it from its silky prison. He let out a triumphant noise as he took in what was written on the ball. He punted the American ball all of five yards before tossing the new one to Chris.

"And Team Nuclear is cooking me a Cajun meal! Very interesting," Chris noted. "Give my interns five minutes to set everything up, then its cooking time! This time, you'll only be making two courses, since each team has way less people. The only requirement is that you must do a main course! You can choose to do either an appetizer and a main, or a main and a dessert. Whichever you prefer." He checked his watch. "Alright, you guys can head in now. You have four hours to cook whatever you need!"

The eleven campers ran into the Mess Hall. Three tables had been set up with a plethora of ingredients pertaining to their respective types of food. The camera focused on Team Alpha as Lightning, Jo and Noah examined their ingredients.

"Alright, Gord-an-oah Ramsay," Jo said, tossing a bag of rice in her hands. "What's the oh-so-great plan you have?"

"We're going simple and wholesome," Noah said calmly. The young man was currently skimming through a crate full of little bags of spices, occasionally plucking one out and putting it to the side. "I think we should do a vegetable curry on rice. Then we'll do a dessert. We'll make Gulab Jamun."

"Goo-what now?" Lightning asked.

"Gulab Jamun," Noah repeated. "It's easy. I'll probably leave Jo on it unsupervised, so Lightning and I can focus on the curry." He looked at the jockette, "think you can handle it?"

"Of course," Jo waved a hand, "just tell me what to do and I'll do it perfectly."

"Okay, good." Noah said, "Cook some milk on low heat until all the liquid is gone. You'll be left with some milk solids. Sugar it lightly, add a touch of flour, then knead it into balls. Then we deep fry them and dip them in a glaze. We serve them still warm."

"That sounds ridiculously unhealthy," Lightning crossed his arms.

"But also kind of delicious," Jo admitted. "Sounds easy enough."

"Feel free to check in with me if you need a refresh," Noah told her.

Jo nodded. "Whatever you say, Yes-ah." She pushed the bookworm aside and began grabbing the ingredients she needed.

Noah gave her an annoyed look, but let it drop and turned to Lightning, "Okay, do you know how to make rice?"

"Sure thing," Lightning said, "rice is good for you, so Lightning can make it!"

"Good. Get a couple pounds going," Noah told him. "Then grab some veggies and cut them up pretty small. I'm going to get working on this curry sauce."

"Whatever you say, dude," Lightning grinned, "the Lightning is on it!"

(Confessional: Noah.)

"Huh," Noah looks surprised, "leading is actually kind of gratifying. Who knew I could relate to Courtney or Heather?" he shivers, "ugh, that's gross."

(End Confessional: Noah.)

"You seem pretty stoked," Duncan told Beardo, who was humming happily to himself as he poked through the ingredients.

"Cajun food is my favorite," Beardo explained. "My grandma and grandpa still live in Louisiana, so I used to have their home-cookin in the summers when I went to see them." He smiled warmly at the memories, "so yeah, I learned how to cook up some of that stuff. Should be able to knock Chris's socks off with this." He mimicked a sproingy boxing glove.

"Awesome, Beardo!" Bridgette cheered, though her enthusiasm died down a little. "Though…I don't have any idea how to cook Cajun food. You'll have to direct me."

"Same here," Gwen agreed.

"I third it," Duncan added, walking up to the guy and clapping him on the shoulder. "It's all you, big guy."

Beardo nodded, his face full of determination. "I won't let you guys down. We're gonna make my grandmas famous New Orleans Jambalaya. For desert," he cracked his knuckles and made the noise of a shotgun cocking, "beignets!"

"Been-yays?" Duncan repeated. "What are those?"

Gwen scoffed at him. "Beignets, idiot. It's basically fancy fried dough."

"Excuse me for not knowing Cajun food," Duncan said defensively, shooting a glare at Gwen. "Remind me to call you an idiot next time you don't know something random."

Gwen growled at him. "That's rich!"

Duncan took a step forward, "you wanna say something else?"

"Guys!" Bridgette elbowed her way between the two and shoved them back. "Enough!" Her tone was snappish, and took both Gwen and Duncan off-guard. "We are a team and we're going to act like it!" She glared fiercely at both of them. "I don't care if you wanna ignore each other between challenges, but we're going to work as a team during these challenges so we don't have to eliminate anyone else! Because, so help me God, if we lose because of you two I don't care how long we've been friends, I'll send your butts down the Dock of Shame without a second thought!"

She finished her rant, eyes wild and chest heaving, daring either one to talk back.

Both Duncan and Gwen glanced at each other, then back at the steaming surfer.

"Fine," they both said at the same time, giving each other one last skeptical look.

Duncan stepped forward, offering a fist bump. "Truce?" He asked Gwen.

Gwen looked at the fist, and turned her shoulder. "Fine," she spat, not accepting the fist bump. "But only because Bridgette wants it."

The two walked off in opposite directions, and Bridgette watched them go, hands on her hips.

Beardo slid up beside her, mimicking a slide whistle as he did. "That," he said in awe, "was dope." He offered the surfer a fist bump of his own.

Bridgette flushed a little and accepted the fist bump, giggling when Beardo mimicked a little explosion and propelled his fist backwards. "I don't know what got into me. I hate seeing them fight because I know deep down they still care for one another."

"Must be hella deep down." Beardo observed.

"Yeah, must be…"

(Confessional: Bridgette.)

"This can't keep going on," Bridgette laments, "I know Gwen still wants to be friends with Duncan deep down. That's why she's so mad about this Sammy thing. I need to make her see that Duncan is just being defensive, and that his original plan wasn't to just antagonize Gwen!" She pinches the bridge of her nose, "but how to make her see that while remaining neutral…that'll be tough."

(End Confessional: Bridgette.)

"Alright!" Owen whooped, "let's get cooking, baby!" He ran over to the ingredients table and instantly plucked a block of cheese from it. In one swift motion, he ripped the wrapper off the cheese and downed the block in one bite.

"Owen!" Jasmine scolded, "we needed that!"

"Nah, we didn't," Owen responded, licking cheese crumbs from his lips. "We need this kind of cheese!" He held up another block. "But only about half…heheheh…" he reached to unwrap it, but Jasmine quickly yanked it from his hands.

"Owen, we need to be serious, here," she told him sternly. "This is the first challenge we've had that has us at a disadvantage from the get-go." She looked at the rest of her team. "So, what are we cooking?"

"Let's do a steak!" Izzy suggested, "that's super French-y!"

"There's steak here," Shawn noted, rifling through all the ingredients and coming up with some sealed beef. He examined the label. "Filet mignon. Is that good?"

"The best," Owen said dreamily. "We can cook it up real nice, with pepper and garlic! Medium rare, with mashed potatoes!"

"Since I actually know how to bake, I can make a nice cake for dessert," Shawn suggested.

"Good," Jasmine said quickly, "we'll leave that to you, babe. Izzy and I will work on the steak."

"What about me?" Owen asked.

"Just stay out of our way…and don't eat anything else!"

Owen flinched, "aw, c'mon! I can help! I promise I won't lose control!"

"Like you did for the Gophers back in season one?" Izzy supplied helpfully.

"Yeah!" Owen agreed, "like when I couldn't help myself from devouring those succulent…delicious…" his eyes glazed over, and he began to drool again. "Ribs…"

Shawn snapped his fingers in front of his face, bringing him back to reality.

"What was I saying?" The big guy blinked, "Oh yeah…" he hunched over, defeated. "Maybe I should sit this one out."

"You don't need to sit this out, mate," Jasmine told him. "You wanted to make mashed potatoes, right? I think we can entrust you to do that."

"Make a bunch," Izzy suggested, "so if you get hungry you can have some!"

"Good idea, Izzy!" Owen clapped his hands. He yanked a couple of twenty pound bags of potatoes off the ingredients table and began swinging them like nunchucks. "I'll make the best darn mashed potatoes this side of Ontario!"

All three Oddballs calmly dodged each rapid swing of the potato bags, looking rather unbothered as they continued to examine the ingredients.

"Looks like they don't have cake mix," Shawn said, bobbing and weaving around the table to dodge Owen's potato-chucks, "I'll have to do it from scratch."

"Sounds good. You going to go for chocolate or vanilla?" Jasmine reached a hand out behind her and grabbed the bag of potatoes, ripping it from Owen's grasp and plopping back on the table.

"Chocolate," Shawn responded, beginning to load up his arms with different ingredients. "I dunno, sounds more Frenchy to me."

"Alright, let's get working, team!" Jasmine thumped her fist into her palm. "We can do this!"

"How is the Gulab Jamun coming?" Noah asked, wiping his hands on an apron as he approached Jo.

Jo was covered in flour and looking heavily disgruntled. She turned to glare at the approaching nerd. "Its going fine," she told him, obviously defensive.

"Cool, you have the milk solids done?"

"Yeah, and they're dropped in flour. I'm just heating up the deep frier," she told him.

"Good. Make sure you make a glaze for it. Just heat up some water and sugar."

Jo nodded, and turned to start making it. "How's working with Dumbass-ning? You guys got the curry going?"

Noah nodded. "Yup, we're coming along nicely. He's surprisingly good at following directions."

Jo scoffed, "well color me surprised. Maybe we can actually pull this off."

"Yeah," Noah agreed, "the Oddballs aren't exactly culinary experts and the Nuclear are such a mess that we might be able to squeak by easily."

"Let's hope."

The two suddenly heard a crash, and turned to see Lightning hastily scooping rice off the floor and back into the pot.

"Lightning, what did you do!?" Jo groaned.

"Whoops, his hand slipped!" Lightning said sheepishly, "uh, Lightning will just scoop it back in."

"We can't give Chris floor-rice!" Noah smacked his forehead, "make another batch!"

Jo turned back to her Gulab Jamun, "yeah, good luck with that," she rolled her eyes, her tone snarky.

The cooking of all teams was progressing steadily. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Team Oddballs steak was sizzling nicely in a pan. Owen had added garlic to the mashed potatoes and Shawn's cake was in the process of being frosted.

The Gulab Jamun was finished and glazed, and was in the process of cooling down. Jo was looking rather proud of herself, guarding it against any nonexistent enemies. The vegetable curry had come together nicely despite Lightning's wipe-out with the rice, and Noah was putting the finishing touches on it as it bubbled on the stove.

Beardo had a huge smile on his face, sprinkling different spices into his pot of jambalaya and stirring it constantly. He had added chicken, shrimp, broccoli, onion, celery, and red peppers, along with a bunch of rice. Gwen had been helping him with it and couldn't help but look at it longingly. It looked delicious. Bridgette and Duncan had arguably less success with the beignets. They weren't pretty, but they seemed to be cooked alright. The two ex-Bass looked down at them, clearly a little nervous about the quality.

Chris walked into the Mess Hall, inhaling deeply. "Wow, smells good in here, guys!" He complimented, "you have five minutes until time is up. Get those finishing touches done!"

Tense music began to play as the eleven remaining campers hurried to finish their meals.

"Remember, presentation counts too," Chris reminded them. "So make it look snazzy!"

The music swelled between cuts to a clock ticking away, and it wasn't long before Chris clapped his hands loudly, garnering the attention of everyone cooking. "Alright campers, that is time!" He told them excitedly. "For the sake of suspense, I won't be revealing the scores until I've tasted every single dish! We'll be going alphabetically, so Team Alpha come on up!"

Noah and Jo approached, each holding a dish of food.

"So, tell me what I'll be eating," Chris told them.

"You've got a pretty standard vegetable curry on rice here," Noah explained, setting it down in front of the host.

"Nice colors, it looks delish," Chris noted. "Though I do kinda wish you had put some meat in it…" he grabbed his fork and scooped up some. After shoveling it in his mouth with all the grace of a crazed chimpanzee, he swallowed and dabbed at the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"Tasty," he admitted, "but I stand by my meat comment! What's the next dish?"

Jo thumped down her plate of glazed, fried milk solids in front of him. The force of it started Chris, and he looked up at the jockette a little apprehensively.

"So…what is this?"

"Fried milk solids," Jo told him, "glazed in sugar."

Chris pulled a face. "Milk solids? That sounds gross!"

"Just try one, dude!" Lightning scoffed.

Chris grabbed one of the balls and popped it into his mouth. At first he seemed queasy and displeased, but that look slowly ebbed off his face, replaced by one of surprise.

"Wow," he mused, "it's actually pretty good!" He pushed the plate away, "Alright, thank you Team Alpha! Team Nuclear, you guys are up next!"

In a are show of confidence, Beardo eagerly stepped forward with his jambalaya. He gave it to the host, who looked at it in confusion. "Well, it doesn't look particularly appetizing," he mused, noting it's lumpy brown-ness. "What is it?"

"Louisiana jamabalya," Beardo said, his brittle confidence shattered by Chris's skepticism. Sweat shone on his anxious face, and he hurriedly wiped it away with a towel. "It's got shrimp, chicken, celery-"

"Don't need a breakdown of the recipe, thank you very much…" Chris interrupted, putting his hand on the boy's face and shoving him away. "Just let me eat in peace."

Beardo stumbled back, but was caught by Bridgette and Duncan before he could hit the floor. The big guy gulped as Chris ate a spoonful.

"Don't worry, man," Duncan reassured him, "if the smell is anything to go by, it should blow his stupid mind."

Chris's eyes widened in surprise, and he removed the spoon and tapped it thoughtfully against his chin. "Interesting…very interesting…" He mused, "it's got quite a bit of kick to it."

"I-is that good?" Beardo squeaked out.

Chris just smirked at him. "You'll have to wait and find out, my man. Where's the next course?"

"Right here," Bridgette said, grabbing the platter of beignets and offering it to Chris.

Chris looked down at the pules of lumpy dough. His expression showed complete underwhelm. "Not gonna lie, these look like crap."

"Just shut up and eat one," Duncan scoffed.

The host shrugged and took one. He tried to bite into it, but the dough stretched out, making it difficult for him to break a piece off. Eventually it snapped and whipped back, hitting him in the eye. "Ow!" He rubbed his sore eye, and sucked the dough back into his mouth.

Bridgette and Duncan exchanged an anxious look.

"Okay…that was something." Chris rolled his eyes, "Oddballs, you're up!"

Owen approached the table, in a formal waiters attire. He also had a pencil thin mustache, though it was anyones guess on how he got it. Balanced on the end of one hand was a silver platter, covered with a lid.

"Good evening, sir," Owen greeted Chris in a gravelly voice.

"It's like 1 o clock, dude."

Owen ignored him, "today we have a filet mignon seasoned with peppercorn and garlic, with mashed potatoes on the side."

"Ooh, sounds good."

Owen inclined his head, eyes squinted to tight he could barely see out of them, "very good, sir. We here at Oddballnifique are happy to hear it." He lifted the lid of the tray, unveiling a pile of juicy-smelling steam. There, on the platter, was an eight-ounce steak, sizzling and crispy on the outside. The mashed potatoes were white and fluffy looking, and the whole thing smelled divine,.

"Wow!" Chris looked impressed, "I am excited to try this!" He grabbed his fork and knife and, with some effort, cut off a piece of the steak. He dunked it in the mashed potatoes and put the whole forkful in his mouth. After chewing it over real good, he swelled and nodded his head. "Alright, and what's the next course?"

"We have a homemade chocolate cake, sir," Owen replied. Shawn came forward with a slice of the cake. It looked amazing! The cake itself was glistening and dark brown, obviously moist and sweet. The frosting was seamlessly added, with just the right thickness. He had even made little frosting flowers on the outside, which looked adorable.

"That looks bomb," Chris whistled, "though I am kind of bummed none of you went for the appetizer route." Nevertheless, he grabbed his fork and went to town on the cake. The four Oddballs shared a surprised look as Chris's fork returned to the cake again and again, until it was all gone. Satisfied, the host belched. "Yum. That was some good cake.

Shawn pumped his fist, and shared a high-five with Izzy.

"Alright, let's see here," Chris looked over the three teams, "it's gonna be a close one, that's for sure…" He went silent, lifting ah and to thoughtfully caress his stubble. "Hmmm…"

The eleven campers waited with baited breath, unsure of what the outcome was going to be.

"I'll be announcing the team that placed middle of the road first," Chris told them. "The team in second place is…

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The three members of Team Alpha erupted into cheers.

"Sha-safe!" Lightning hooted, high-fiving Noah.

"It was all thanks to my sweet Gulab whatevertheheck!" Jo boasted, grinning arrogantly.

The members of Team Oddball and Team Nuclear looked at each other, nervousness etched across their faces as they waited for Chris' final verdict.

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Duncan smashed his palms together, then punched the air. "Yes! Let's go!"

Gwen and Bridgette embraced each other, and Beardo trumpeted out a victorious melody.

The four members of Team Oddball gasped. Owen and Izzy clutched each other, while Jasmine looked annoyed.

"But you ate Shawn's whole cake! How do we end up in last place?!"

"Well, Jasmine, this is why!" Chris turned the plate of steak towards them, so they could see the inside of the steak. The inside was as brown as the outside. "The steak was well-done!"

Duncan clutched his heart. "You made filet mignon well-done? That hurts the soul, man…"

Jasmine smacked her forehead. "Of course! You want E coli, mate?"

Chris just shook his head. "You poor thing. Also, mashed potatoes are more of a British thing, not French. If you wanted to give me French potatoes, you should've gone for some pomme frites."

"Some what now?" Shawn asked, scratching at his beanie.

"French fries, dude….jeez." The host stood up and clapped his hands. "It doesn't matter anyways. Team Oddball, you guys lose! Team Nuclear, congratulations on your very first win!"

"Nice job, man!" Duncan said to Beardo, "we couldn't have done it without you!"

Beardo beamed at his teammates. "My pleasure, guys!" He turned hopefully to the host. "So, uh…is there any reward for coming in first? Like last time?"

"Yeah, the reward is you don't have to eliminate someone," Chris said flatly.

"But team Alpha got that reward too and they didn't win…" Gwen pointed out.

Chris strolled over to the goth and threw an arm around her, surprising her. "Here's an idea," he told her amicably. "Shut your face!"

Gwen threw his arm off and glared at him. "Jerk."

Chris just laughed at her and started to head out of the Mess Hall. "Alright. Team Oddball and Team Alpha, you guys are on clean-up duty. Chef wants this Mess Hall spotless before he starts cooking dinner. Team Nuclear, you guys get to relax for the rest of the day, and you get one all-expense paid trip to the Tuck Shoppe. Enjoy it!"

Duncan rubbed his hands together, "oh we are so getting a ton of beer."

Beardo mimicked the noise of a beer bottle opening and high-fived Duncan. "Let's get it," he rasped.

"Why do we have to clean up?" Noah complained. "I'm tired!"

"Because I said so, Mr. Forehead," Chris replied. "Now get to it!"

(Confessional: Beardo.)

"Man!" Beardo smiles at the camera, "it feels so good to come in clutch for my team. It's like a dream come true, especially after my mess up last time!"

(End Confessional: Beardo.)

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

Jasmine stretches out her arms, a serious expression on her face. "I guess this is it," she says sternly. "I'll be going up against Izzy tonight. I'll have to win. I bet she's getting ready for it right now."

(End Confessional: Jasmine)

(Confessional: Izzy.)

Izzy has the plate of the steak in her lap, and tears off a chunk with her hands and pops it into her mouth. "Yum! Best shoe leather I've ever had!"

(End Confessional: Izzy.)

The Mess Hall was nearly clean. Team Alpha was in the kitchen, washing up the dishes while the Oddballs were out in the eating area, re-setting the tables in their proper position and cleaning up any garbage or unused dirty food.

Lightning hummed to himself, his forearms hidden in the sudsy sink as he washed up plates, pans and other kitchen utensils. Next to him, a bored Noah was sorting and stacking the dirty plates so that Lighting could grab them easily.

Jo was polishing a plate with a rag, peering out through the kitchen window at the silent Oddballs. "Who do you think those Oddballs are gonna drop?" She asked Noah and Lightning.

Lightning removed his hand from the suds, revealing frilly pink gloves on his hands. He tapped his chin, spreading suds on his goatee. "Lightning doesn't know. Hopefully not the Fat Guy, though. They need to get rid of a threat!"

Noah scowled, but ignored the unintentional jab at his friend. "I hope Jasmine goes. From what I know the two guys on that team are tight, so it'll probably be a tie between the two couples."

"Izzy vs Jasmine?" Jo pondered, placing the plate on a stack of clean ones and grabbing another. "Huh, I could see it. I think Izzy would probably destroy that Australian giant, though."

"Wishful thinking, dude," Lightning retorted. The jock re-submerged his hands and resumed his scrubbing. "Jasmine's a monster. Crazy Girl don't got a chance."

"I think it'll be close," Noah mused, "but I guess we'll just have to see…"

Meanwhile, out with the Oddballs, things were a little awkward. Only Izzy seemed to be unbothered, and she whistled happily as she swept up bits of cheese and flour into a dustpan. "So!" The redhead chirped, "you ready to duke it out, Jasmine?"

Jasmine and Shawn exchanged a look. "I guess," the Australian said hesitantly.

"Aw, come on guys!" Owen said anxiously. The big guy had his hands bunched his tent-sized shirt as he looked between all three of his friends. "I know this sucks, but we're all still friends, right?"

The survivalist couple exchanged another look. "Err…yeah," Jasmine said awkwardly. "But…"

"But that doesn't mean she's not gonna try her best to win the tiebreaker," Shawn came to his girlfriends rescue. He walked over and clapped Owen on the shoulder. "Trust me, man, we're all pals here. But this is Total Drama. And we're here to win it, just like everyone else."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," Izzy cackled, rubbing her hands together. "You better bring it, Jazzy-man, because Izzy is gonna getcha!"

Jasmine just smirked confidently down at her, "oh don't you worry about that, Shiela. It will be brung."

Dinner came and went, went and came, and then came and went again. Dinner must have had one of those special pills.

Eventually, the Oddballs were called down to the elimination ceremony. The eyes of the Nuclears and the Alphas followed them as the powerful team headed down the dark path towards the elimination area.

"It's about time they lost," Gwen muttered to her team as they filed out.

Conversation was nonexistent between the four as they slowly trudged towards their doom. Shawn and Owen, while assumedly safe in their positions, were both very anxious at the prospect of losing their girlfriends. Jasmine and Izzy were steeling themselves for what they both knew would be an incredibly tough tiebreaker.

Eventually, the firelit area came into view, and along with it came Chris's smiling mug.

"Oddballs," he greeted, "it's been a while! Since the first challenge, if I recall correctly."

"Yeah, what can I say," Shawn smirked, "we know how to win challenges."

"Except for this one, apparently."

Shawn looked down in shame.

Burn successfully delivered, Chris lifted up a plate with only three marshmallows on it. "Only three marshmallows here, guys. Let's get right to it, since I don't think there's too much suspense here. The first marshmallow goes to Owen."

Owen caught his marshmallow, but deigned not to eat it. He was still looking uneasy.

"Also safe tonight is…Shawn!"

Shawn caught his marshmallow, but unlike Owen popped it right into his mouth.

"Jasmine, Izzy, this is the final marshmallow of the night." He showed the marshmallows to the two girls, who were both determined. "It goes to…

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Izzy and Jasmine both nodded and stood up. "Bring on the tiebreaker, Chris!"

"Oh we will…" Chris rubbed his hands together. "You see, we were pretty sure that it was going to be a tie between you two ladies, so we had a bit of time to plan something special for you guys!" Her began to walk directly into the woods.

"Wait, where are you going?" Shawn called to him.

"Just follow me!" Chris replied, "I'm taking you guys to the tiebreaker site!"

The four Oddballs looked at each other nervously before following the host into the woods.

"You couldn't have at least used a path?" Jasmine complained, having to duck and swerve over the low-hanging branches that littered the woods.

"You wanna pay thousands of dollars to have tree guys come in, be my guest," Chris responded, his tone snooty.

"Hehe, Chris is just mad because he's a short king," Izzy hooted.

The five eventually arrived in a clearing, and the Oddballs gaped in shock at what was in front of them.

Glinting in the moonlight was a small cluster of buildings. The entire thing was made out of metal, which reflected the moonlight nicely. There was no other lighting present.

There were four different little buildings. The first was a solid rectangle of metal, taller than it was wide, that had no doors or windows on it. Covering the outside were spiky protrusions.

The second building had tons of pistons and levers firing at high speed, clanging noisily together in a narrow hallway.

The third building was less of a building and more of a wide net, with gaps big enough to fall through. The space to walk was very narrow, and it was easy to lose your balance and fall through the holes.

The last building wasn't a building at all, just a series of wide, metal tubes that criss crossed and intersected and made one very confusing looking maze.

"It's a race," Chris told them simply. "Start on building one, and you have to complete each obstacle. First one out of the tube maze stays, and the other gets booted. Any questions."

"Just one," Jasmine punched her hand, "when can we start?"

"Get behind the starting line, and I'll blow this when you can go," Chris pulled out an airhorn. The two girls jogged over to the starting line, and waited for Chris to start the tiebreaker. Owen and Shawn watched on fearfully from the sidelines.

"On your marks…get set…go!" Chris blew his airhorn, and the two girls took off towards the spiky building.

Jasmine got an early lead on the foot race, but it was clear Izzy and the advantage on the actual climbing part. While Jasmine was no slowpoke, Izzy limberly zoomed up the wall, bypassing the other girl in a matter of seconds.

"Eat my dust," Izzy hooted playfully. Jasmine paled as she disappeared over the top of the building. When Jasmine reached the top and looked down, Izzy had already climbed down more than halfway.

"No, eat my dust, mate!" Jasmine called down. Instead of climbing down, the Australian took a deep breath and jumped off the top of the building. It was about twenty feet up, but Jasmine tucked and rolled at the last second, avoiding any serious injury and only stumbling a little.

Izzy growled, "Nice moves, Jazzy! But it won't be enough!" She leapt from her spot on the wall, and the two raced towards the second building.

The pistons cracked and creaked, and the two girls took a second to observe what path might be optimal before risking getting smashed into the wall.

"Gonna have to be careful here," Izzy noted, "…or not! Woohoo!" The girl blitzed through the pistons, bobbing and weaving on reflex instead of using any sort of planning. It worked decently well, until she mistimed a duck and smacked her forehead on a metal beam. Fortunately the beam hadn't been powered or she might have been knocked unconscious, but it was enough to slow her down and she hit the floor, groaning.

"I'm all for spontaneity, mate!" Jasmine told her, having finally mapped out a route she wanted to take through the hammering pistons, "but there's a time and a place!" She quickly took the lead, and headed towards the end of the hallway.

Izzy sat up and groaned, rubbing the bruise on her forehead. "It ain't over yet, Tarzanette!" She hollered, shaking her fist after the retreating girl's back. She leapt to her feet and continued after the girl.

Jasmine reached the third obstacle ahead of the crazy girl and began to hop across the thin footholds. Izzy eventually reached it too, but she was slowly falling more and more behind Jasmine.

"C'mon, Izzy!" Owen called out to her, "don't give up! You can do this!"

"Let's go, Jasmine!" Shawn clapped his hands, "you're pulling away!"

Jasmine smirked as she heard this, too focused on where to plant her feet to look back at Izzy. Eventually she made it to the other side, and hopped down back on solid ground. She spared a glance at Izzy, who was only halfway across. With renewed energy, she approached the last obstacle. She stared into the gaping, dark tunnel and felt her blood run cold.

Shawn saw this and paled. "Oh no…" he whispered.

Owen looked down at him, "what's the matter?"

"She's freezing up," Shawn said, beginning to bite his nails. "Her claustrophobia is acting up!"

Back with Jasmine, she had taken her hat off her head and was wringing it between her hands, her legs still frozen in place. "Oh no…" she whispered, "it's so cramped…and dark."

Her hesitation allowed Izzy to catch up, and she had no issue rocketing into the tubes and beginning to scamper around. Jasmine remained outside, still frozen in place.

Shawn cupped his hands to his mouth and bellowed to his girlfriend. "Jasmine! Get it together! Are you a weakling!? Don't let this stupid fear get the better of you!"

Next to him, Owen flinched in surprise, both at his friends volume and the words he was saying. "Jeez, man. Go easy on her, she's obviously struggling!"

"And you don't know her like I do," Shawn countered. "Jasmine needs tough love."

It was true, it seemed to be working. Jasmine had snapped out of her trance, and was now peering into the tube, breathing shallowly. Shawn continued to shout his harsh encouragement.

"Any day now, she's getting closer! I know I'm not dating a weakling!"

That seemed to spur her on, and Jasmine let out a battle cry and dove into the tubes.

Chris, Owen and Shawn watched on eagerly. None of them could see the girls inside the metal tubes, but you could hear them clunking and clanging around. All three had their eyes glued to the exit tube, waiting to see who would emerge first. After what felt like ages and ages, a hand gripped the side of the tube.

The color of the hand…was white.

Izzy popped her head out of the tube. "Woohoo! Hey guys!"

Owen and Shawn gasped.

The redhead placed her other hand on the other side of the tube, and attempted to hoist herself out. She got her head and chest out of the tube, then suddenly stopped.

"Great Goobery Gobstoppers, Iz! C'mon!"

Izzy looked confused, and appeared to be straining. The muscles on her arms bulged as she attempted to pull herself out. "Something's got me!" She proclaimed. Suddenly, her body was tugged into the tunnel, her belly button and breasts no longer over the lip of the tube. The redhead gasped. "It's Jasmine! She's got my legs!"

"Kick her, kick her!" Owen exclaimed.

Izzy reared her leg back and attempt to smash it into Jasmine's arms to free herself, but the tough Ozzie held on and tanked the kicks.

Jasmine began to claw her way up Izzy's body, slowly gaining ground on the other girl. Soon, both of their heads were sticking out of the tube, and they were wrestling with each other, trying to slip out of the tube and be the first one completely out.

The two boys and one man watched on in awe as the two struggled. First Izzy would gain some ground, and just as she was about to slip free Jasmine would tug her back. Then Jasmine would get the upper hand, but Izzy would pull a fast one and hinder her progress. It was neck and neck.

Eventually, one girl's hand slipped on the sweaty skin of the other, and that allowed the other girl to squirm out and plant her feet under the ribcage of the other girl. Using her body as a brace, the girl propelled herself out of the tube, and landed in a heap on the ground.

Owen, Chris and Shawn gasped as the person stood up, and let out a cheer of victory. She then ran to her respective boyfriend…and lifted him off the ground in a rib-crushing hug.

"I did it!" Jasmine cheered, planting one on her boyfriends lips. Next to them, Owen collapsed to his knees as a panting and exhausted Izzy dragged herself out of the tube.

"No!" Owen howled, "not Izzy!"

Izzy propped herself up on one arm, still prone on the ground. "Don't sweat it, big O!" She wiped sweat from her brow and flicked it away to emphasize her point. "It's all good! I tried my best!" She turned to Jasmine and eventually pushed herself to her feet. She approached the still kissing couple and offered her a handshake, "good game, Jasmine!"

Jasmine broke apart from Shawn and placed him on the ground, turning to her defeated opponent. "Good game, you gave me a run for my money there, like I knew you would." Instead of shaking her hand, she gave it a high-five. "Sorry it had to end up like this."

"It's a shame," Izzy agreed, "the four of us would've owned the merge!"

Chris approached the group of four. "Probably," he agreed with the now eliminated contestant, "but now you're donezo, Izzy! If you all would follow me back to the elimination area…"

The four followed Chris back, with Izzy leaping into the arms of the whimpering Owen. They eventually made it back to the elimination area, where the tray was still waiting with one marshmallow on it. Chris approached it and picked it up, turning and tossing it to Jasmine in one quick motion.

Jasmine happily caught it, and smiled down at Shawn when he wrapped her in another hug.

"Izzy, it's time for you to go." Chris gestured to her luggage, which had been packed and brought to the area by Chef.

Izzy turned to her team, a smile on her face. "Well, guys…it's been fun!"

"We're gonna miss you," Shawn said sadly.

"Yeah, you might be crazy, but you're a good kind of crazy," Jasmine grinned at her, offering her a fist bump.

Izzy accepted the fist bump, then turned to the teary Owen. She couldn't help her own pout as she looked at him. "Aww, bye Owen," she embraced him.

Owen returned the hug, surprisingly gentle, and a few tears leaked down his face and onto his shirt. "I'll miss you, Izzy! We…we can hang out after the season…right?"

Izzy giggled, "of course, silly! You and I are officially boyfriend and girlfriend! I'll be expecting lots of fancy dates! Or adventures! Whichever you prefer!"

That got Owen to grin at her as they separated. "I'll start planning tonight!" He promised, "I'll see you soon!"

The two leaned in and shared a sweet, tender kiss before Izzy broke away. She bounded over to her luggage, and twirled it around, nailing Chris in the gonads as she did so.

Chris collapsed in agony, and Izzy laughed. "Whoopsie! Anyways…bye, Total Drama Generations! I'll miss ya!"

The three remaining members of Team Oddball waved to Izzy as she walked down the Dock. She tossed her luggage onto the Boat and bounded in after it. Chef, from the drivers seat, shot her an apprehensive look. He hit the gas, and the Boat of Losers sped out of sight.

The three Oddballs turned away from the Dock and were now focused on Chris, who was still whimpering on the ground.

"You okay, dude?" Shawn asked him.

"Fine," Chris replied through gritted teeth. He stumbled to his feet, his hands holding his bruised groin, and tried to give the camera his signature grin. It came off more as a pained grimace, something which would have surely shamed the likes of Topher, and managed to squeak out a closing statement. "Another one bites the dust…who will leave next? Find out…next time…on Total! Drama…Generati-ow-how-howwwww…" he collapsed back onto the ground, leaving the camera pointing at empty nature. The three Oddballs stuck their heads in frame, looking down at the host with concern as the camera faded to black.

Boat of Losers Clip:

A bead of sweat dropped down Chef's neck as he stared out over the waters. The Playa was soon approaching, and he had nearly made it without provoking...her. He let out a gulp, and lifted an arm to wipe his brow.

Out on the deck, Izzy hummed to herself, legs dangling over the side of hte boat and kicking merrily as she enjoyed the night breeze. "Ooh, are we going to the Playa again, Cheffy-boy?"

"Y-yeah," Chef uttered, trying to keep the girl happy. He gulped when he suddenlty felt breath on his neck. He slowly turned around to see Izzy grinning at him evilly, and the camera panned up into the moon as Chef screamed in fear.

Voting Confessionals:

Izzy: Jasmine and I shall do battle! Be prepared, you ebony giantess!

Jasmine: I vote for Izzy! Shelia's goin' down...

Owen: Aw man, it sucks so bad that we lost! I vote for Jasmine, though I don't wanna!

Shawn: Sorry Izzy, but Jazz is gonna crush you!

Votes:

Izzy - 2 votes (Jasmine, Shawn) [Lost tiebreaker].

Jasmine - 2 votes (Izzy, Owen) [Won tiebreaker].

Team Alpha: Lightning, Noah, Jo.

Team Oddball: Jasmine, Shawn, Owen.

Team Nuclear: Gwen, Duncan, Beardo, Bridgette.

Eliminated: Anne Maria, Brick, Scott, Sky, Rodney, Zoey, Sammy, Izzy.

Reasoning for Elimination:

Ah Izzy, one of my least favorite TD characters to write for. I just find her very challenging! Is she being too crazy? Not crazy enough? Not the right type of crazy? It tends to be a headache. In the first draft she was actually first eliminated, but I changed it early on when I realized I wanted to do Ozzy. She was then slotted to be third eliminated, but then I had Sky/Lightning be the couple that had an early end. I felt Ozzy deserved more of a slow burn, and I could do fun things with Noah trying to wingman Owen. Then I had her at sixth eliminated, but I eventually settled on eighth out when I realized Noah wouldn't be a great wingman once the team swap happened and Izzy was technically eliminated from Team Alpha. I actually had a lot of fun writing for her, but she was never meant to merge. She thus becomes the first Gen I camper to leave the show! I hope the tiebreaker did her justice, because I do think she could give Jasmine a run for her money!

And another chapter in the books! We're down to our Final 10! Looks like Big-O could be in trouble if the Oddballs lose again...

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Thanks for reading!