Trivial Dispute

The twentieth chapter of Total Drama: Superstar Showdown, posted on June 6, 2016. The final four compete in a slightly-rigged trivia challenge while Trey, his villainous deeds revealed to everyone, fights to stay alive.
==Story==
“Last time on Total Drama: Superstar Showdown,” begins Roz, signing in the episode. “We went to go visit the losers, and they were up to some interesting things! Highlights include Ori trying to get rid of every trace of his embarrassing presence on this season, Nic flirting with every girl in the house as usual, Puck and Casey - who’s still hanging out with the contestants for some reason - erm, getting it on, and Puck later talking to Helga about her new bae, Wolfgang! Oh, and I had a really awkward conversation with Tolky, and uh, if you’re listening to this, I’m sorry again, bro. I swear. We can talk in a more intimate, private setting after the season where there aren’t cameras filming us every day, I promise. And we also visited Layla via online video chat! She’s partying it up with Charles on some tropical island and couldn’t care less about us. I miss that chica. But anyway, we discussed each remaining contestant’s chances of winning, and it’s gonna be a doozy, I can tell y’all that! So I think we should probably get back to the actual contestants, as it’s been a while. What will I pull out of my ass today? Find out today on Total Drama: Superstar Showdown!”
The camera pans to inside the house, where there’s a tense mood permeating the air - all four remaining contestants are sitting by themselves and ignoring each other completely, with Wolfgang listening to loud music and banging his head enthusiastically, Trey in a corner curled up in the fetal position, Chelsey sitting on the couch and scowling, and Flora drawing a flower in a notebook.
Chelsey is shown in the confessional. “I am STEAMING. I can’t believe that little weasel, Trey, had the audacity to lie to me for weeks about being gay! And he thinks he was just using me too?! I can’t comprehend how delusional a person must be to think that they had someone wrapped around their little finger like that! Okay, so now I’m in a pickle because everyone left hates me, except Wolfgang, but he still probably does because he hates everyone. Am I supposed to be nice again? This is gonna be soooo tough.” She sighs helplessly.
Chelsey stands up from the couch, still scowling, and walks over to where Wolfgang is. She sits down next to Wolfgang, completely silently, and he takes out a headphone and stares at her.
“Pardon?” he says.
“Uh, yeah, hi, Wolfgang! Look, I’m… I’m sorry that our alliance kind of fell through the other day,” says Chelsey. “But the thing is, I really do like you as a human being, I promise. At least compared to… those two.”
“Hmm, Chelsey, you seem a bit more abrasive than usual. Did Trey do something to grind your gears? God, I hope so,” says Wolfgang, rubbing his hands together and grinning.
“Ugh. Yes. Wait, weren’t you there?” says Chelsey.
“No!” barks Wolfgang. “I was sleeping. After Flora and I somehow won that challenge, I had to take a 13-hour victory nap. I feel refreshed and in somewhat of a state of nirvana, so much so that not even Trey is pissing me off right now. Anyway, what’s the dealio?”
Wolfgang says in the confessional, “This is one of the first days that I’ve woken up and NOT felt completely done with everything around me. Can’t think of the last time that happened… oh, wait, it was the day after I first talked to Helga. But see, the others and I watched Roz’s thing where she talked to all the losers, and y’know, what Helga said about me really just warmed my black, shrunken, almost nonexistent heart. So I’m on cloud nine right now, and the fact that Chelsey is crawling back to me now is just the icing on the schnitzel!”
“Okay, Wolfgang. Listen up. After Trey and I lost the challenge, he just completely blew his top at me. Like, full-on steam coming out from his ears and his face turning as red as a freaking tomato. He was like, ‘blah, blah, Chelsey, you’re NOT my sidekick, and I’m not actually gay and I was just using you because I’m just as evil as I’ve always been and I needed an alliance because everyone sees that I’m a worthless nugget of turd,”” says Chelsey. She takes a deep breath. “So. Yeah. That’s how my day is going.” She smiles.
“Wait, WHAT?!” Wolfgang jumps up into the air and utters a loud, high-pitched squeal. “I WAS RIGHT?!”
“Yes! But shhh, he’s gonna hear you!” says Chelsey frantically.
“I am an oracle,” says Wolfgang. “Didn’t Arthur and I basically say the whole time that Trey was just as awful as he’s always been and this was all a poorly-put-on facade? Because we were right.”
“Wow, good job, Nostradamus,” says Chelsey flatly. “But whatever. From now on, I’m sticking by your side. We have to get that guy out if it’s the last thing we do.”
Wolfgang scratches his head for a moment. “Okay, I’ll do it. But just because I’ve wanted to get the guy out for eons. There’s only one problem, though. What’re we doing with Flora?”
“Oh,” says Chelsey. “Screw her. She’s pretty much just as bad.”
“Aww, what? I love Flora!” says Wolfgang. “I mean… she’s all right, I guess. I don’t really ‘love’ anyone. Love is overrated.”
“Ew, what?!” says Chelsey. “You love Flora? You do know that’s just enabling her, right? All this love she’s getting is the REASON she’s #1 on the popularity polls, and if we don’t stop her soon, she’s probably going to become the next president or something. Ugh. She wouldn’t even be GOOD. What would her policy consist of? Providing a free unicorn for every household? I’m done with her.” Wolfgang stares at Chelsey intensely, then just resigns and shakes his head.
Wolfgang says in the confessional, “Chelsey needs to cool her jets. She has to accept that she has a subpar personality, and THAT’s why she’s not winning those darn polls. Meanwhile, Flora is actually… well, nice to everyone. It’s almost disconcerting, but you know, she’s just a good person. And I like that.”
Trey, still in the fetal position, slowly rises from the ground, stretches weakly, and staggers over to Flora. “Hi…” he says.
“Hey, Trey! How was your morning? It looked like you were getting a really good night’s sleep over there,” says Flora, gesturing to the corner.
“Oh, yeah, it was fine,” says Trey, sounding mildly annoyed. “You know, Flora, have I ever told you how good of an ally you are? I’m glad you’re around.” He grins evilly to the camera.
“Wow, thanks, Trey!” says Flora. “I really like you too. Did you eat something weird last night? Like broccoli or something? Your voice sounds a little hoarser than usual.”
“No, ugh, I’m fine,” says Trey. “I mean… Don’t worry about it… Plus, I actually like broccoli a lot… Strengthens your bones…”
“Okay, good!” says Flora. “Because if you did eat something weird, I came prepared.” She reaches into her pocket and takes out a jar of what looks like gummy vitamins. “These taste really good! Plus they’re shaped like ponies. My doctor says to only eat one a day, but they’re so addicting that sometimes I eat three or four. Nothing ever happens!”
“Wow, you’re a daredevil…” says Trey. “I’m impressed…”
“You should be! Look,” says Flora. She screws open the jar, takes out a vitamin, and pops it into her mouth. “Oh, these are my favorite. Grape flavor! One of my life mottos is ‘Grape is Great.’”
“Personally, I’m not really a fan of grapes… Too spherical, and sometimes I choke on them and start sobbing…” says Trey.
There is a long pause. “Oh,” says Flora. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine… I really like eggplants, though… They’re long and hard, but also taste very good and tender…” says Trey. He pauses for another second, and then snaps. “Okay, enough about fruits and veggies. We’re getting CHELSEY out tonight.”
“Chelsey? Aw, man, I don’t know if that’s the best way to solve our predicament,” says Flora. “I really think she still hates me because of that silly popularity poll thing. I think she needs to realize that if she really wants to do well in the polls, she should be nice.”
“Yeah, whatever… She’s still a threat to your success in the popularity polls,” says Trey. “So obviously the only solution is to GET HER OUT.”
Flora is shown in the confessional, frowning slightly. “Aw, see, Trey is being kind of a meanie right now. Really pushy and abrasive. I like him a lot, he’s a really cool guy, but I think he woke up on the wrong side of the bed right now. Or… the floor.”
Trey says in the confessional, “AUGH! Am I done for in this game? Is there any way I can even succeed?! I can’t keep letting my emotions get the better of me. But Chelsey needed to know that she is absolutely dead to me. If I can only get Wolfgang to vote her out with me, I will be golden, but alas, I don’t think it’s possible right now. I guess I’ll just continue brainwashing Flora.”
The contestants walk outside to see Roz and Chef Hatchet standing at a station, presumably for the challenge. A couple of long logs are arranged in a semicircle in front of the two, with a table and a large meter depicting each of the four contestants’ faces on it right behind Roz and Chef.
“Welcome, everyone! Sit down and shut up, and we will explain!” says Chef gruffly.
“Can we, like, not even have a challenge today and just vote HIM out instead?” Chelsey says, staring down Trey intensely.
“Uh, I guess, as long as you can come to a majority consensus,” shrugs Roz.
“ROZ?! Wha?! You ain’t supposed to do that! Ruins all th’ drama!” yells Chef.
“To be honest, Cheffy, I’m not feelin’ it today,” says Roz. “Like, seriously, this challenge is bottom-of-the-barrel. A kindergartner could’ve come up with this. Actually, I’m pretty sure a kindergartner DID come up with this.”
“Alrigh’, fine,” grumbles Chef. “Wolfgang? Flora? Trey? Do you approve?”
“I mean, it’d be out-of-character of me to say no, so yes,” says Wolfgang. “Let’s get this guy out once and for all.”
Flora says in the confessional, “Oh no! Wolfgang wants to get Trey out? But they’re my two only friends here! I can’t let my friends fight with each other. Do you think they would mind sitting down and calmly talking to me about their deepest problems? That’s what my mom would always make my siblings and I do every time we fought. I really hope so…”
Chelsey and Wolfgang intensely stare at Flora, who gulps and bites her lip. After a long pause, she says, “I don’t think this is the best way to solve the situation… I think we should just do the challenge fair and square! I’m sorry!” She then lets out a small yelp.
“Ugh! I should’ve known!” growls Chelsey. “Okay, fine, let’s just get this challenge over with already.”
“Wait, I didn’t ask Trey if he was in favor of votin’ himself out yet!” protests Chef.
“Think realistically, Chef,” says Chelsey flatly. “We need to start.”
“Yeah, no, Chelsey. I’m not here for you and your transparent schemes to get me out,” says Trey slightly aggressively. “Now come on, Flora, let’s win this challenge together in the name of…” He winces a bit. “Teamwork… and… f-f-friendship. Yeah.” He makes a disfigured smile.
“Okay, fine, enough lollygagging!” says Roz. “Let’s just do this so I can go home and get a manicure before our big finale. I need to look hoooot on live TV.” Chef stares at her. “Yes, Chef, I KNOW we’re already on live TV. Wait, this isn’t live, is it? What am I even talking about?! Fine. Challenge. Go time.”
Wolfgang cracks a sly smile and reclines back. “Actually, I think you should keep talking. I could listen to this all day.”
“Wow, thanks, Wolfie, I really appreciate it,” says Roz. “So here’s the plan! Today, you four will be answering trivia about anything under the sun! Questions can range from juicy details about your fellow contestants, to determining what word is found at the top of page 239 in the dictionary. Every time one of you answers a question right,” she gestures to the large meter next to her with each contestant’s face on it, “your face will move up on the meter! First person to reach the top wins the challenge, is safe from being voted out tonight, and… that’s it. Oh, and every so often a SPECIAL question will pop up, and if you get one of those right, you’ll be able to do something special! Okay, who’s ready? Yeah, you all are.”
Wolfgang says in the confessional, “Oh, now THIS is my kind of challenge. I was on the quiz bowl team my freshman year of high school! Of course, this was back when I actually attended school regularly, and before I got kicked out for ‘aggressive behavior’ after my team lost a really, really important match. Now, as long as I win this match, no aggressive behavior will be needed.”
“QUESTION ONE!” yells Roz. “Which former Total Drama: Tiki Jungle contestant was originally planned to return for this season, before being replaced by Arthur?”
There is complete silence. Flora sits there with her usual blank, mildly happy expression, Chelsey rolls her eyes and takes out her phone, and Wolfgang stares into space with his mouth agape.
“MANTY!” yells Trey. “Way too easy. I hated that guy. We were on the same team, but he grossed me out big-time. His shoes weren’t even that cool, they were the color of vomit.”
“And Trey scores a point,” says Roz, as Trey’s face on the meter moves up about a centimeter. “I’m disappointed in the rest of ya. That was supposed to be a freebie! Never saw Tiki Jungle?”
“Roz, do you really think I’ve watched anything other than my own season?” asks Chelsey, without a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
“Yeah, same. I don’t watch TV too much,” says Wolfgang. “One night I watched 50 episodes of some rubbish on Webflicks about home improvement. Not ONE of those homes was actually improved. After that colossal letdown, I swore off TV forever.”
“What, did you want the houses to be replaced with fiery, blazing hellmouths, punctuated with the screams of dead children?” Roz says sourly.
“Yes,” says Wolfgang.
“Okay, I shouldn’t have asked, NEXT QUESTION!” Roz says abruptly. “The tapir, a large, herbivorous mammal similar in shape to a pig that is most closely related to horses, donkeys, zebras, and rhinoceri, is chiefly found in what regions of the world?”
“South America! Central America! Southeastern Asia!” shouts Wolfgang, spouting out each location rapid-fire.
“...That’s correct,” says Roz, as Chef rings a bell that makes a “ding-ding-ding” sound and Wolfgang’s face moves up the meter, slightly higher than Trey’s did.
“HEY!” yells Trey. “His face went up farther than mine!”
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” says Chef, glancing at Wolfgang’s face, which is clearly at least an inch higher than Trey’s.
“This is unfair. I demand a redo,” huffs Trey. “Or maybe I’ll just go to Attorney Land and pick up some extremely powerful lawyers, and they will SHUT DOWN this franchise for good.”
“Trey, I think you need to take a couple deep breaths and maybe count to ten,” says Flora sweetly, patting him on the back. Trey begins to shake and his face turns as white as a sheet.
Chef is shown in the confessional. “Hey, producers, if you’re watchin’ this… We didn’t rig anything.”
Roz is then shown in the confessional. “Yeah, so that might’ve been a bit of executive meddling, but who cares? Makes things more fun. Hehe.”
“Wow, Wolfgang, you’re actually doing well! I take back a lot of the things I’ve said to you, you’re a pretty fierce competitor,” says Chelsey, and Wolfgang smiles. “Like, not me-level, but maybe 25% of me-level.” Wolfgang’s smile immediately disappears.
“QUESTION THREE!” yells Roz, immediately stopping the side conversations going on. “What is my favorite band?”
“Aw, come on,” grumbles Wolfgang. “That’s cheap.”
“Yeah, pssh, come on. How are we supposed to know that? Do you think any of us care about the inner workings of your mind?” Chelsey says, before snapping. “Okay, Chelsey, FOCUS. No time for rude remarks. Uh, One Erection?”
“Hahahahaha, no,” says Roz. “Maybe if I had asked you this question in 2012, but not now!”
“Music?! What is music?! Is music even real? Or is it just another PLOY created by CHELSEY to try and VOTE ME OUT?!” shouts Trey abruptly.
There is an extremely long, awkward pause, and Flora continues to pat Trey on the back. “Don’t worry, this challenge will be over soon, then we can hang out, okay?”
Chelsey says in the confessional, “Why is HE mad at ME? The guy was manipulating me this entire time. I’m just going to ignore him, because let me just say the way he’s acting right now is NOT cute and it’s definitely not going to be garnering him any sympathy. Negative 5,000 popularity points for Trey today.”
Trey says in the confessional, “My mental state is very fragile today. I am so on edge. But I… I just need to focus. Just need to win this challenge, and if not, I still have Flora on my side. I’m fine. Deep breaths, Trey. You got this.”
“None of you have answered the queeestion!” says Roz in a singsong voice.
“Favorite band, hmm…” says Wolfgang to himself. “Think weird, completely off-the-wall stuff. Like something that would only be listened to by the most deranged, angsty individuals on the planet, even past my own standards. Hmm.” He raises his voice. “Psychotic Clown Horde?”
“YES!” says Roz. “Wolfie scores another point! Ooh, Wolfie, are you a fan of theirs? Personally I prefer their older stuff, but they still have some bops, you know. We need to discuss PCH after this challenge, oooh, I’m excited.”
“I’ve actually never listened to a single song of theirs in my life,” says Wolfgang frankly.
“Hey, can the next question be about something up my alley?” Flora says sweetly. “I want to win another challenge.”
“Um, girl, of course you want to win. Who doesn’t? Do you think we’re all just sitting here, actively trying to lose?” snaps Chelsey.
“I’m sorry, Chelsey,” says Flora. “I really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings! But maybe you should stop being so sensitive!”
“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!” yells Wolfgang. Chelsey glares at him piercingly. “What? Nothing against you, but that was savage.”
“Wow, tensions are really running high…” says Roz. “I think it’s time to introduce the SPECIAL question! If you win this question, your score will double, AND you’ll be able to take away the progress of one other contestant, bringing them back down all the way to the bottom. Boo-hoo.”
“Gee, I wonder who that’s gonna happen to…” says Trey.
“Don’t worry, Trey! If I win this question, I won’t take your score away!” says Flora.
“Good,” says Trey, leaning in to whisper to Flora. “Now, can you take away Wolfgang’s points if you win? Truth is, I hate that guy. I always have. He needs to get out, since he’s pure EVIL. And he’s also going to win the challenge if we don’t stop him!”
“But he’s my friend,” says Flora, frowning. “This is a toughie!”
“QUESTION FOUR!” announces Roz. “The third challenge that you all competed in was a Halloween-themed challenge, where each of you wore a special costume. Which contestant donned a beans and cornbread-themed costume?”
“PUCK!” yells Wolfgang.
“Nope!” says Roz.
“What?!” says Wolfgang. “I totally thought it was that loser! Who else ever said anything about beans and cornbread on this darn show?!”
“Nic,” says Trey.
“Trey, you are CORRECT! That one was a toughie, eh? You’d think ol’ Pucky would be the one to do it, just because of his fascination with everything to do with legumes and bread that tastes of corn, but nope! We like to keep y’all on your toes,” says Roz. “So, Trey, who do you want to take away from?”
“Chelsey,” sneers Trey. “She deserves it.”
“Wait, uh, Chelsey hasn’t even won a question yet,” Roz says. “So your power would effectively do nothing. Still wanna pick her?”
“Yes,” says Trey evilly. “She needs to know that I have superiority over her every move in this game.”
“But I thought you wanted Wol--” begins Flora. “Shhh!” snaps Trey.
“Okay, well…” says Roz, doing absolutely nothing to Chelsey’s face on the meter. “Chelsey stays where she is. Trey is now… still in second place!” Trey’s face moves up a very small amount once again, and is still below Wolfgang’s.
Flora says in the confessional, “I don’t really get Trey.”
A montage then plays of the contestants—or more like Wolfgang and Trey—answering questions, with Wolfgang’s head moving up much higher than Trey’s head each time. Finally, the two seem to be virtually tied right near the top, while Chelsey and Flora are completely zoned out of the challenge.
“Wolfgang!” pleads Trey. “Please let me win! I… I promise that I won’t vote for you and that I’ll work with you to vote Chelsey out!”
“Wha?!” says Wolfgang. “Aw, come on, why should I trust you in any way?”
“Because I’m obviously a better person than Chelsey since I didn’t LIE TO HER FACE!” Trey begins.
“Um, what are you talking about? You definitely did,” pipes in Chelsey. “I’m done with your tall tales.”
“Yeah, Trey, what the heck? Dude, you’re definitely not the victim here,” says Wolfgang.
“Guys, can’t we just calm down and try to finish this challenge?” says Flora.
“Hmm, all right,” says Wolfgang, backing down. “Yeah, I’m with Flora on this one.”
“B-b-but…” says Trey.
Trey is shown in the confessional. “It was right then when I realized that Wolfgang winning the challenge was not an obstacle to me. And I had an epiphany. Wolfgang is unlikable, Chelsey is unlikable. If I take either to the end, I will EASILY win. The real threat to this game is…” He leans in disturbingly close to the camera. “Flora.”
Trey’s expression suddenly changes from desperate to strangely confident. “All right, Wolfgang, go for it,” he says.
“...Huh,” shrugs Wolfgang. “Fine, I guess. Roz, question?”
“FINAL QUESTION!” says Roz. “Wolfie, you can win it right here, and you honestly probably will.” There is a pause, and a drum roll. “What is my full name?”
Wolfgang’s face suddenly turns red and he begins to sweat. “Uh… Roz… Okay, yeah, Roz has to be short for something… Rosetta? Rosalyn? Rosalind?”
“I don’t mean just my first name, silly, you need my first, middle, AND last name!” says Roz gleefully.
Wolfgang stares at Chelsey, who is sitting down and staring at the screen of her phone, texting. He pounces onto Chelsey’s lap and grabs her phone, and she yowls in response. “Hey, I was in the middle of a SUPER important Timber conversation!”
“Shhh, I just gotta go on Nickipedia for this one quick second!” says Wolfgang, frantically typing into the phone’s keyboard. “GOT IT! Total Drama contestant and host Roz’s full name is… Rosalind Marie St. Vincent Grenadina Santa Monica Boris Archer.” He takes a deep breath. “Phew.”
“I’m not gonna grill you for using Nickipedia to cheat because frankly I’m tired of this challenge so WOLFGANG WINS!” says Roz, and everyone is silent. “As for the rest of ya, get ready to vote someone out!”
The four remaining contestants make their way back to the campground, and while on their way, Trey slides up next to Wolfgang.
“Hey, if you want to ensure that you can win in the finale... “ he whispers. “Vote for Flora.” Wolfgang jumps at the mere suggestion.
The scene changes to the cabin, where the sun is setting. Flora is sitting in a chair with her typical blank expression on, and Wolfgang walks up to her.
“Hey,” he says. “Listen. I know you really like Trey and all, and I know you think he’s super nice to you, but I swear, you can’t be that dense to not realize that he’s completely using you and is actually probably going to vote you out tonight.”
“...What?!” says Flora, pouting. “No way! I thought Trey and I were gonna get to the final two together! At least, that’s what he told me…”
“I swear, the guy has said that to all of us at separate times. He’s using you, he’s using me, he’s using ALL OF US! What even goes on in his grey, shriveled brain?!”
“Wolfgang, I think everyone’s brain is grey and shriveled,” says Flora.
“Okay, fine, you get the idea. Hey, if you, Chelsey, and I all vote Trey, I think we’ll be set, okay?” says Wolfgang. “Seriously, I can’t thank you enough, Flora. Like, I’m being completely sincere right now. You… You’re a gem.”
“Wow, thanks…?” says Flora sweetly. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Trey then comes up to Chelsey, who is sitting on the couch watching Nebraska Shore. “Chelsey. Vote for Flora. You hate Flora, I hate Flora, she’s a threat. Done deal,” he says.
“Wait, what do I hear now? Someone’s crawling back to me, eh? Hmm…” says Chelsey.
“Come on. Just do it. It’s all I can ask this late in the game. My mental state has completely unraveled,” says Trey.
The camera zooms into his face very closely, where his eyes are bloodshot, a small, wispy mustache has grown, and a single tear has fallen down his cheek.
Chelsey says in the confessional, “You know, Flora actually NOT winning immunity for once is a nice little perk. But at the same time, I can’t let go of Trey’s general awfulness as a human being. So, voting for Flora would probably be a good strategy, and then I would probably rise up on the polls for being a strategic goddess… But Trey really is bad, and his hair needs some major work… My life really is hard.”
Roz meets the final four at the campfire ceremony at night, with Chef looming right behind her as usual. “Hey, everyone!” she says. “I can only imagine what went down at camp. Get ready to go cast your votes!”
Wolfgang casts his vote for Trey in the confessional, with nothing but a snort to punctuate it.
Trey, up next in the confessional, votes for Flora. “This… This really is my final battle…”
Chelsey is shown in the confessional, looking at the parchment. “Hmm, what’s going to get me the most positive screentime, that’s the real question… The polls are looking close now that it’s almost the finale.”
Flora is shown last, looking even more indecisive than Chelsey. “Oh no… This is a really hard one. I was gonna vote Chelsey with Trey, because I really did think he cared about me and wanted me to get to the end with him! And I’d totally win! But the truth is, he just hasn’t been that nice to me, even though he said he was my best friend here. And Wolfgang seems like this grumpy, rude guy but he’s really nice, and he cares about me, and I really feel respected talking to him… Like he’s not actually trying to manipulate me and really does think I’m interesting. But is it enough to vote out Trey and align myself with Chelsey? Aww…” She continues to stare at the parchment.
Back at the elimination ceremony, Roz begins. “Wolfgang, Chelsey. You two are safe!” She tosses two seashells to Wolfgang and Chelsey, who both faintly smile.
“Flora. Trey. This certainly was… an interesting vote, I’ll say. One of you, however, is ‘bout to experience their last steps on Total Drama soil. The person safe from tonight’s vote is…”
“...Flora.”
She passes Flora the final seashell, and Wolfgang smiles at her.
“I… I... “ Trey begins, opening his mouth wide and pointing a finger. “You know what? I give up. I’m… I’m just really not meant to be on this show.”
“Aw, come on, Trey!” says Roz. “You played a pretty decent game, that is, until it was revealed that you were manipulating everyone… once again. But hey, you almost got to the end!”
“I’m sorry, I need to get out of here…” says Trey. “I didn’t think anything could be WORSE than my Tiki Island exile, but you know, life throws curveballs at you. Wolfgang, you’re being strung along by Chelsey like a little puppet, which is impressive. Chelsey, you only respected me for a while because you thought I was gay, which really says a lot about your character. And Flora? You’re just a blockhead. I was playing you the whole time. Get over it.”
There is an awkward pause, and nobody says anything - not even Roz.
“That… actually felt kind of mean,” says Trey. “But I guess it’s just a game, right? Heh heh.” Nobody says anything, still. “I need to go…” He walks towards the Boat of Losers, and sails off.
While the Boat of Losers sails out into the dark ocean, Trey stares at the ground and mutters to himself. “You know, I never thought that I was going to win this thing, but I just felt… I just felt like I could make some friends or something… My life truly has been a pit of loneliness and sorrow ever since I joined this wretched show in the first place…” He pauses. “You know, maybe I should just take my brother’s advice. I’m going to have a long talk with him when I get home.”
Back on the island, Roz faces the final three. “Okay! So! You might think this episode is over and I’m gonna do the closing credits and stuff, but it’s NOT!”
“Wait… what?” says Chelsey, with one eyebrow raised.
“So you’re the final three, right? Yeah, you know that. Well, this final three is going to become a final two… tomorrow!” says Roz. “We’ve booked our finale in Revolution City, which is a good 3-400 miles away from here. And you guys are not taking any planes to get there!”
“Oh no, I don’t like the sound of this,” says Wolfgang.
“Yep! Everyone go into the cabin and pack your bags, we’re leaving tomorrow morning SHARP! Your challenge is to somehow get to Revolution City, and the last one there is a rotten egg AND they’re eliminated!” says Roz. “So get going!”
“This is gonna be such a fun adventure!” cheers Flora.
“Oh, it sure is, Flora,” says Roz, before turning to Chef and cackling maniacally. “Anyway, tune in next time for our special TWO-PART finale, where three will go to two and two will go to ONE, but not before a super big mega twist!” That’s right, we’re blazing trails here, folks. Who will prevail? Who will fail? Find out next time on Total… Drama… Superstar Showdown!”