Sandbag Scuffle

The seventh chapter of Total Drama: Superstar Showdown, posted on June 26, 2013. The contestants face off in a sandbag-collecting challenge where some reveal more than they intend to.
==Story==
“Last time on Total Drama: Superstar Showdown...” begins Roz. “The contestants were forced to take a skit! Aren’t those challenges always super unfunny? For me, they were. Hehe. Anyway, the Citrus Fruits actually did a pretty good job, they made some weird superhero skit featuring Nic as the main character. Sure, he can’t act, but it was better than the monstrosity that the Ralphcakes made! Srsly, that thing was soooo bad. Whatever. After the Ralphcakes lost, two alliances kind of started to form. Arthur’s alliance, with Puck, Kavren, and surprisingly Julia! Thought she hated his guts. There was also Elena and Trey’s alliance, with the boring chicks and Chelsey. Wolfgang was in the middle of it all, but stuck with Elena and voted out Kavren! Boo-hoo. Who cares? Meh, so I guess see what happens today on Total... Drama... Superstar Showdown!”
The Ralphcakes are shown walking from the elimination ceremony back to their camps.
“Congrats, guys. You’ve successfully made Arthur speechless,” Helga says dryly. “Maybe we can all finally sleep tonight.” Helga looks at Arthur, whose mouth is slightly hanging open.
“Heh. Whatever,” Wolfgang says. “I’m warning you guys, don’t think I’m in your alliance for good. I don’t like anyone on this team.”
“Except for me!” says Puck giddily. “Right, bro? Right? Right? Right? Ri--”
“NO!” yells Wolfgang. He chucks a blade of grass at Puck, and it brushes up onto his shoulder.
“Ouch!” whines Puck.
“Okay. I really have to say, I’m proud of you girls,” says Chelsey, who’s with Flora and MacKenzie by their tent. “But remember, Elena is NOT an ally. She’s a rude jerk. We just have her for numbers, and if you guys wanna dump her, we can.”
Julia is shown in the confessional. “All this alliance crap is making me woozy. I have no idea what strategy is even like, at all. Like, seriously, alliance? I wish Arthur's head could get ripped off by lions.”
Trey is sitting by the campfire, with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Suddenly, there is a noise behind him. “AUNT JEMIMA’S TURKEY STEW!” yells Arthur, grabbing Trey’s shoulders.
“What the clump?!” Trey yells. “Leave me alone, Arthur...” Trey walks over to Elena. “Sorry... He’s taking the oasis... out of me...” he says to her.
“What’s with people saying that all of a sudden? Is it the new ‘fetch’? Please, no,” mutters Helga from the corner. “It’s bad enough having to be around her.” She points to Elena.
“Hi, Trey. Wanna hang out with me instead?” Elena blushes. “I figured. Okay, I have this game I like to play, it’s called ‘Who’s A Fugly Try-Hard?.' Basically, you flip through my 2,847 HeadNovel friends and see who’s fugly and who’s a try-hard! Wanna start?” explains Elena.
“Oh, this sounds fun...” Trey says quietly. “Okay, I’ll go... Who’s this Wesley guy... He looks like my cousin... She’s female..”
“...What?! No. Just no. That’s the guy I went to prom with last year. Ugh, Trey, you’re soooo offensive!” Elena storms off in a huff.
“See how unbearable she is?” Chelsey whispers to Flora and MacKenzie. “Like, Elena reminds me of this one chick at my school. Let’s just call her... Smellena. Smellena always walks around like she’s so cool. And she went to this really hot senior’s house and made out with him, and now she thinks she is ALL THAT. Like, seriously, gurl, your clothes are tacky. If I could award negative PP, it would be to her.”
“Uh... That’s interesting?” says MacKenzie uncomfortably.
“Chelsey. I was wondering. I want an honest opinion. Am I any less boring than I was last time? I’ve been trying reeeeally hard,” Flora asks.
“Hmm. Yeah, about that. I need to... do something. I’ll be back in approximately three hours,” says Chelsey, and she walks into the house.
Trey is shown in the confessional. “You know... Is it bad that I have feelings for Elena still... I mean, no, I don’t like anyone... But I’m really sad that she had to break up with me... We can still rock an alliance together, though, but it’s not the same...”
Puck is listening to his uPod and singing along obnoxiously. “Power and control... I’m gonna maaaaake you...”
“Crash into a pit of flames so your car blows up and the Grim Reaper comes out of nowhere and cuts your head off with his scythe,” Wolfgang finishes the chorus.
“Wow, dude, you’ve got so much musical talent! I swear, you could be the next Oceania and the Pearls!” Puck claps.
“Except for the fact that I am a guy, and I don’t have a ‘wow, cool’ accent, and I DON’T LIKE SINGING AT ALL!” yells Wolfgang.
“Aww. Well, you know what they always say... Practice makes perfect!” Puck pats Wolfgang on the back.
The scene moves to Helga and Julia, who are sitting in the grass. “So, uh, Helga. I’m doing a survey. What do you think about Nile’s new haircut? He shaved off 0.0001 centimeters of hair!” Julia says excitedly.
“You know, I really couldn’t care less about anything you’re saying right now,” Helga says frankly. “Can’t we just enjoy that Arthur is bothering others and not us?”
Helga and Julia look at Trey, who’s walking to the bathroom and Arthur, who’s behind him mimicking him crudely.
“Yeah. Ugh, I hate that dude. You know, people say my best friend looks just like Arthur, but I don't see it at ALL. Although, sometimes I do mistake him for Arthur and accidentally kick him in the unmentionables. Should I stop?” Julia asks Helga.
“I-- I don’t really know how to respond to that,” Helga says. She goes back to reading her book, Behind The Magic Of The Wizarding Planet of Mary Lotter.
“Gee, you’re helpful,” Julia grunts. “I’ll update my status on Tweeter. Helga... is... a... stupid...”
“Here, let me see this,” Helga grabs Julia’s uPhone away from her. She clicks on something, and hands the phone back to Julia. The lock screen is of a semi-nude Arthur. 
“I’m going to go get some Warm-Aid,” Helga says dryly, and walks into the Citrus Fruits’ house.
The Citrus Fruits are doing strange things, similar to the Ralphcakes. Helga gets some Warm-Aid and leaves, and the camera moves to Chrissy, who’s watching TV.
“Greetings," Nic appears from behind the couch, and Chrissy jumps.
“Look, Nic, I’m not interested,” says Chrissy gruffly, feeling around in her pants pocket for her pocketknife.
“No, uh, Chrissy. I do not wish to attract you or anything. I’m simply wondering... uh... Do you like hair gel on guys?” Nic says.
“Nah, not really,” says Chrissy. “I like beanies. They look attractive on dudes. And lumberjack shirts, man, those are pretty nic-- wait, why am I telling you this stuff?!”
“No, no, no. Go on,” Nic says, and seems to be jotting down notes in a notepad.
“Seriously, Nic. I don’t like you. You’re weird, you were annoying back in Tiki Jungle, and I feel like you became fit and athletic just to attract me. It’s not working. We can be... uh, acquaintances, but you’re not my type, seriously,” says Chrissy.
“Well, is there anything I can do to... uh, BECOME your type?” winks Nic.
“Nic. Can you... go bother the other girls on this team? I’m trying to watch Home Finders,” Chrissy says, motioning for him to go away.
“Ew, you like house improvement shows?” Nic says. “I am disappointed. Yes, I shall go away and go bother the others. Thank you for the advice, Chrissy. I appreciate it.” He kisses his biceps.
“Oh, and also, can you please stop doing that Abby thing? Around me and everyone else. It kinda pisses me off. So, uh, yeah. Get away now,” Chrissy grunts.
Nic pulls up his shirt and starts moving his belly. He says in a falsetto voice, “Oh, but Chrissy! I love you so! You’re so pretty and your lips are so luscious, and--” Chrissy throws the TV remote at Abby.
Layla struts into the room, looking angry. She stubs her toe on one of the cabinets and cries out loudly, then collapses onto the couch, on top of Alex.
“Uh... do you mind?” says Alex groggily. “I was tryin’ to sleep. And... yeah, I can’t achieve that with you on top of me. You smell like my grandmother’s closet.”
“Ugh, Alex, I don’t want to hear it. VERONICAAAAA!” yells Layla. “Come get me some ice!”
“Layla, it’s like midnight. Don’t you think she’s probably asleep? I would be asleep, if... uh, this wasn’t going on right now,” explains Alex softly.
“Alex, shut up, I’m sick and tired of your complaining. The one thing I hate is people who complain constantly. They need to be independent!” Layla groans.
“I don’t know anymore,” says Alex. “I’m gonna go upstairs.” And, he does.
Veronica rushes into the room. “Layla, what do you want now?”
“Veronica! You’re like a minute late. My foot isn’t even hurting anymore! Ugh, just... leave. You make me sick,” whines Layla.
Veronica says in the confessional, “You know, maybe I should start trying to get to know the other people on my team, rather than hanging out with Layla 24/7...”
Veronica goes upstairs, where the door to the bedroom is locked. She knocks on it, and it swings open, but there seems to be nobody in there and it’s pitch-black.
“Uh, anyone in here?” Veronica says. Spooky music starts playing. Suddenly, the lights turn on, and Estrella is revealed to be sitting in the corner and playing a theremin.
“...And to think that I was just trying to get my beauty sleep. Anyway, hi, Veronica. What do you want,” Estrella says.
“Oh, just trying to socialize, if that’s fine with you!” says Veronica cheerfully. “Like, what do you think about the people on our team?”
“I hate them,” Estrella says bluntly.
“Wow, well, that’s kinda... direct,” Veronica says. “Do you hate me?”
“Yes,” says Estrella. “Slightly less than the others, but don’t mistake that as friendship. Although, I am kind of peeved that you had to come in right as I was finishing Death Fairies 2: The Fairies Come To Life (Just Kidding)."
“Oh, well, I can leave you alone, if you want!” Veronica says. “Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it!”
“Well, there’s a spider up there that’s being timid,” says Estrella mysteriously, pointing to something at the top of her curtains. “Go get it and give it to me.”
Veronica climbs onto the bed and tries to reach at the curtains, but falls backward and pulls the entire curtains backwards, making them collapse on top of her. Behind the curtains, Nic is lurking, wearing nothing but his boxers. He grins and points to Abby.
“NIC?!” Estrella shouts. “What are you doing. Get out.” Nic shrieks, and runs out of the room.
“...You, too,” says Estrella. She points to the door, and Veronica leaves.
Trick is waiting for Veronica as she exits. “Hi, Veronica,” says Trick.
“Uh, don’t you have a girlfriend?” Veronica says warily.
“...I guess saying hi implies romantic interest now?” Trick says. “Never mind. I’ll be at the challenge.”
Trick says in the confessional, “You know, Veronica may not be the smartest bulb. But I need her vote if I want to get to the end. Alex and I are two against like five, and he might not even be with me for sure... I just miss Cammy, man. If she was here, I’d be set.”
Roz is shown on the beach, with what looks like a giant field with multicolored lines. She blows on a horn, and yells “CHALLENGE TIIIIIIME!”
The Ralphcakes and Citrus Fruits make their way from the house to the beach.
“My expert sleuthing skills have deduced that this challenge will produce many hormone-crazed, sweaty teenagers,” Arthur says, on the way to the beach.
Julia punches him in the arm. “Oh, and that wasn’t a playful punch,” she mutters. “Just letting you know.”
“Ew. Julia. Physical violence is SO 2000’s. Girls who are too assertive will not become popular, I’m telling you,” Chelsey says.
“Well, good for you, ‘cuz physical violence is making a comeback!” Roz chirps, when the teams get there. Julia jumps up and down happily. “Today’s challenge is easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy. See this big sandy thing in front of me?”
“Nope. I completely missed it,” says Helga.
“KK. Fine. Whatever, Helga. Sooo, where was I? Okay. There’s bags of whatever hidden in the sand over there. One at a time, two people from each team will go and try to get the bags from underneath the sand and stuff. You can tackle, punch, kick, whatever. Just no doing the nasty. First team to get three bags to the finish line wins the challenge! Ralphies, since you have way too many people, 3 peeps have to sit out,” explains Roz. “Two girls and one dude.”
Trey and Helga quickly get up and sit next to Roz. “Any more victims?” says Helga rudely.
Elena shrugs, and sits down next to the other two. “You know, I just had a self-manicure, and I do NOT wanna get these nails dirty.”
Chelsey picks up a ball of sand. “Don’t you DARE,” Elena squeals.
Nic rips his shirt off, on the Citrus Fruits’ side. Arthur stares at him, and starts to take his shirt off, until Chelsey waves her finger in his face.
“First up!” yells Roz. “We’ve got Wolfgang and Puck going against Trick ‘n’ Alex. Ready... GO!”
Puck, Trick, and Wolfgang sprint towards the flag, and begin to frantically dig, while Alex casually walks behind them.
“C’mon, Wolfie! If we win, you can take a sniff of my new Pineapple Breeze deodorant! My mom says it smells like the men’s locker room! That’s a good thing, right?” Puck says enthusiastically.
Wolfgang makes a gun motion with his hand and points it at his head. He kicks Alex in the groin, and Alex yelps.
Trick finally uncovers the bag, and starts to sprint to the team, but Wolfgang tackles him and he falls onto the ground.
Puck jumps in front of Trick and starts to twerk. “Yeah! We’re winnin’, guys! This is my celebratory tw--” Trick grabs his leg and he collapses to the ground.
“PUCK, DON’T EVEN TH--” Wolfgang begins to berate Puck, but is pinned to the ground by Trick.
As Puck, Wolfgang, and Trick are brawling, Alex calmly walks by, grabs the bag, and returns to his mat.
“The Citrus Fruits win the first point!” yells Roz, blowing a whistle.
“Whistle, baby, whistle, baby,” sings Nic. Chrissy glares at him.
“All righty, next up we have Chelsey and Flora for the Ralphcakes, versus Layla and Veronica for the Citrus Fruits!” Roz says.
Layla makes a loud, obnoxious noise that sounds like a dying whale, and reluctantly gets up.
“Ugh, Veronica. My bones are all brittle ‘n’ weak. Help me do some str--” begins Layla, until she’s interrupted.
Veronica points to Chelsey and Flora, who are already digging up the bag. “Come on, Layla!”
She starts to sprint to Chelsey and Flora, and starts fighting for the bag, while Layla continues to lay there in the sand.
Flora picks up the bag and starts sprinting, but trips over Layla, who’s still lying down. Veronica catches the bag in midair and returns to the Citrus Fruits’ mat.
“Aww, well, I tried, guys,” Flora says, upset.
“Don’t worry. It’s not like you’re gonna become popular or anything,” scoffs Elena. Chelsey slaps her head.
Chelsey says in the confessional, “I’m this close to starting to sabotage Elena. Or, maybe I could just vote out Flora and MacKenzie so I don’t have to hear Elena’s crap anymore... It could happen. And then watch, I’d TOTALLY rise in all the popularity polls online. It’s a win-win situation.”
“Citrus Fruits score another point!” yells Roz, jumping up and down. “You guys have two, only one more point until you can win the challenge!”
Arthur rips off his shirt. “It is time to get funky,” he says, but then looks at his watch. “...Or not. Well, I’m excited for this, since I can study the natural scent of teenagers... It differs depending on how many hormones you have.”
“Arthur. Can you really not control that? I don’t think it’s the best time for this!” MacKenzie says.
“Be quiet, MacKenzie! Is it A-cup angst again?” Arthur waggles a finger. “Do not worry, your time will come.”
“Uh, okay,” Roz announces. “Next group going! This could decide it. For the Ralphcakes, Arthur and Julia will go, while for the Citrus Fruits, Chrissy and Nic.”
“...Wow, this was the final four of Tiki Jungle,” says Chrissy. “Interesting coincidence, I guess.”
“Nobody cares! Oh, that wasn’t Arthur. Just kidding Chrissy, ILY,” says Julia.
“Chrissy, I hope this challenge proves to you that I am a nice and funny guy,” Nic says, kissing his biceps. “I can even tie my hair into a knot with my legs, unlike before. Want to see?!”
“No, uh, I actually really don’t,” says Chrissy. “Cause there’s something called a challenge going on, I don’t know if you’ve heard of it.”
“GO!” yells Roz. Julia and the others sprint, while Arthur attempts to run but looks like he’s about to have a heart attack.
“Look at me!” says Arthur, while panting heavily. “I’m runnin’!”
“Arthur, you fat lump of SNOT!” yells Julia. “GET MOVING!”
Arthur says in the confessional, with the red Puber T underpants on his head, “Running is a nice form of coping with depression. That would be helpful... if I had depression.”
“I think I’ll have a heart attack,” sings Arthur, as he jogs to the flag, where everyone else is already digging.
Nic grabs the bag, but Julia jumps on top of him. “This is for existing!” she yells, and she takes the bag from his hands and sprints back to the team.
“And, with that, the Ralphcakes finally score a point! The Citrus Fruits could still win it, though,” Roz announces.
“I hope they do... I don’t want to be here, anymore...” Trey mutters.
“Quit your blabbering. Maybe if you behave, I can give you a new Bonjour Doggy figurine,” snickers Arthur.
Roz yells on her megaphone again. “Next matchup! Once again, this could be the deciding point. Chelsey and Wolfgang versus Veronica and Trick!”
"Yeah, yeah, we're gonna win. Can I go take a nap now?" says Wolfgang.
Roz, ignoring Wolfgang, yells, "GO!"
Chelsey and Wolfgang sprint to the end, as do Veronica and Trick.
Trick begins digging in the sand but is quickly tackled by Wolfgang. As the two are fighting, Veronica tries to subtly dig in another area.
"Hey, I saw that!" Chelsey growls, and she sprints over to Veronica. The two girls start having a catfight.
Wolfgang now has Trick in a headlock. Veronica grabs the bag, and is tackled by Chelsey. Chelsey grabs the bag and sprints to the flag, and Veronica tries to grab onto her but ends up ripping her shirt off.
A topless Chelsey drops the bag off and gives Veronica two middle fingers.
"Ooooh," Nic drools from the other team. "Spicy. Yes, I like that."
"Ugh, make up your mind already," says Chrissy.
“All right. Now, I know I keep sayin’ this, but this is ACTUALLY gonna decide it. Both teams are tied! Who will win? Probably the Ralphcakes!” Roz says.
“Ew. No. We’re going to win, and if not, Veronica will do twice the laundry she already volunteered to do,” Layla says.
“Volunteered? I didn’t even--” Veronica says, but Layla holds up a twenty dollar bill, and she stops talking.
“For the final round... Estrella and Nic are going for the Swagged Out Citrus Fruits!” says Roz.
“Why,” Estrella says flatly. “Just... why.”
Nic is lathering New Spice body freshener all over his body. “Estrella, we haven’t interacted much, have we? That can change.” He winks. “Being a Latina, I know you enjoy my fiery Alejandro-like blood.”
“Nic, you are the whitest kid I’ve ever met,” Arthur says from the other side. “Rozzio, who’s going for the Ralphcakes? Me?”
“Nah, MacKenzie and Puck are going!” Roz says. “You guys ready? Go!”
“Man, let’s twerk!” Puck says. He begins to shake his bottom, but MacKenzie drags him to the flag.
“Uh, Puck, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but don’t we have better things to do right now?!” says MacKenzie quickly.
“Yeah! Like, I really gotta go, you know, I’ve been holding it in fo--” Puck says.
“Not that!” MacKenzie says, as she starts digging.
“Ugh, Nic, your stench is just...” Estrella takes out a clothespin from her pocket and puts it on her nose. “That’s a lot better.”
Nic continues to dig, and splashes sand on his chest. “Do you like the sexy sand on my body? Aren’t I a male version of Katie Downton?”
“Shut up!” Estrella says. She finally digs out the bag. “You know, Roz, these bags are really easy to dig up, is it because--” Before she can finish, Puck tackles her.
Nic gets on top of Puck, grabs the bag, and sprints back to the base.
“The Citrus Fruits! Win!” Roz screams, and Nic tries to hug Estrella, but she walks away and starts reading a book.
Arthur says in the confessional, “Am I upset that we lost? No, not necessarily. But the thing is, I am not the type of person who even pays attention to strategy, but it’s me, Puck, Helga, and the contestant formerly known as Ginger versus the rest of the team. We must have some sort of strategy if we want to make it out alive.”
Puck is shown twerking in the confessional. The door creaks open slowly, and a knife slowly moves closer to Puck’s butt. A scream is heard, and the hand disappears while the knife drops.
Trey is shown lying in the grass face-down. Elena walks up to him. “Listen, Trey, we need to do this. It’s almost time for elimination.”
Trey says nothing. “Uh, hello?” Elena kicks him in the head.
“What do you want, Elena...” says Trey quietly. “I’m not in the mood for strategy...”
“You’re not in the mood for ANYTHING,” Elena whines. “We have to do this, though, or else one of us will leave.”
The two look at Wolfgang, who’s sleeping on the ground. Puck walks up to him and opens his mouth. Wolfgang looks up at Puck, and breathes fire in his face. Puck quickly inches away.
“Wolfgang can’t be trusted..” says Trey. “We have to get the dude out... He says he votes with the wind, too, so that could be dangerous...”
“Shut up, Trey,” Elena says. “Everyone hates him. Even more than they hate me. He could get to the end and lose no matter what.”
“Girlfriend, this is not Survivor,” says Chelsey, suddenly appearing. “Nobody votes for the winner. Although, you’re way too dense to figure that out. I assume that--”
“Do you LIKE me or not?!” Elena shrieks.
“No. Of course not. Like you? Eww. Who would like you? You’re ugly, and orange. And your sense of fashion is totally disgusting. And some of your hairs aren’t the same length as the others. And... Well, yeah. I don’t like you, Elena,” Chelsey says.
“Wow, I NEVER figured that out,” Wolfgang says, stomping over. “Great job making it subtle, Chelsey.”
“Wolfgang, you’re so unpopular, it kind of makes me sad,” Chelsey says. “You might as well just show up to school naked from now on.”
“Well, that would require showing up to school in the first place...” grunts Wolfgang.
“But you know what? I could make you popular. And when you become popular, you’ll thank me. A lot. Wolfie, wait for it, we’re gonna be golden,” Chelsey says dreamily.
“EWW!” yells Wolfgang. “I’d rather drown myself in Puck’s cold tub.”
MacKenzie and Flora suddenly walk up to the girls. “Hey, guys, what’s the plan?” MacKenzie says cheerfully.
“Jump in the fire!” Elena says obnoxiously.
“Uh, no thanks...” says MacKenzie. “I don’t really think that’s the greatest idea. Flora wants Arthur to get out. Is that fine with you guys?”
“The issue about Arthur... He’s a fly who you cannot get rid of. Ever. We’re gonna keep trying to get him out, and he will never leave. Guaranteed.” Chelsey narrows her eyes.
“Okay, well, we have to take them by surprise, and vote out Puck or something!” says Flora sweetly. “Is that bad?”
“...Flora, you go, girl! I like it. Let’s do it,” says Chelsey.
Arthur, Julia, and Puck are playing a video game inside the dorm, while Helga is lying in the corner reading.
“Man, Arthur, is it just me, or do these scantily clad women in this VG make you feel funny?” Puck says.
“Tsk, tsk. Casey would not be impressed,” says Arthur. “But I agree. I’d like Infinity Suit Spamus to tighten my peanuts any time.”
Layla stomps up to the Ralphcakes in the dorm. “What are you doing here? This is OUR cabin. VERONICAAAA!”
“Didn’t this happen last night?” mutters Helga. “Find something different to shriek about. Ugh.”
Veronica comes downstairs, and mouths “sorry” to Helga, but pushes the Ralphcakes out the door.
She then looks at the TV, which is paused on a shot of Spamus. “Oh... uh... what is this?”
“I don’t know. Turn it off. Doc said once that if I stretch my fingers more than two inches, I’ll get diabetes,” groans Layla. Veronica stares at her.
“Anyway, uh, what shall we do?” Arthur says, right as they get kicked out of the house. “Just vote for one of the borewhores? If we do anything else, bad things will happen.”
“Sure,” Julia says. “As long as I don’t have to hear you yammerin’ all night.”
Trey says in the confessional, “The thing about big moves is... They make others pissed... I should know, man... I don’t know who to vote...”
Chelsey says in the confessional, “Okay. This is not going to work. But I’m voting for Elena. I don’t want to waste time by ranting about her for the fiftieth time, but... Yeah. The girl needs to get out. Now.”
Elena says in the confessional, while doing her makeup, “MacKenzie’s hair looks like a rat’s nest. She’s gone.”
While walking to the elimination ceremony, Elena talks to Trey. “Look. I don’t trust you. You’re not like your... I don’t know, your usual depressing self. Do you still have some game left?”
“No...” says Trey. “I have lice, though... Got them one night while sleeping in the jungle... They still itch...”
Roz is shown at the elimination ceremony. “All right, this could be a really anti-climactic vote, or it could possibly be full o’ juicy bits.”
“Heh heh. Juicy bits,” giggles Puck immaturely.
“First seashell goes to Flora!” says Roz. Flora catches her seashell.
“Julia, Wolfie, Chelsey, Arthur, and Puck are also safe!” says Roz.
The six get their seashells. Arthur looks at Julia, and Julia grins evilly.
“Aaaand... Sadly, Elena,” says Roz.
“You guys just can’t get enough of me, huh?” Elena flips her hair, and the seashell hits her in the face.
“Helga, you’re safe!” says Roz.
Helga surprisingly breathes a sigh of relief, as she catches her seashell and it lands on her book.
“Final seashell, guys. MacKenzie and Trey. It goes to...”
“Trey.” Trey sighs.
“Well.” MacKenzie stands up. “I know I’m not the most interesting person, but I want you guys to think on what you did, and why that may have not been a great idea. You see, I came on Revolution to be happy, because I had dealt with a horrible incident. It didn’t work out, and I was out super early. History repeated, it looks like. But I am glad that some people here seem to respect me. Just... Think about your actions, guys. They might come back to bite you. Adios.” MacKenzie walks to the Boat of Losers, gets in, and drifts off.
“Cheesy final words moment. Whooo-hoooooo...” says Wolfgang groggily, but he falls asleep.
“Can’t wait to talk to the editors and make her invisible so it’s super juicy and shocking!” Roz says. “I mean, uh... Tune in next time for more drama and ‘comedy’ on Total... Drama... Superstar Showdown!”