Fake TPOT 28: Englowchment

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"**Englowchment**" is the non-canon twenty-eighth episode of *TPOT* by Jacknjellify. It was released on 3 October 1982. This episode is only headcanon to me, that is, until the real TPOT 2 comes out, after which it splits from the rest of the series to become an alternate universe. An alternate title for this episode is "**Security Blanklight**".

Description if this were on YouTube:

Who are these intruders? And why exactly does one of them stand out from all the others? Hmm... I guess Two and their new co-host Five have got a way to sort it out. But they'd better hurry, 'cos people are getting pretty restless out there.

Previous episode: "Who Says Younger = Better?"

Next episode: "The 250 Club"

## Cold open

### **Some time ago**

**Scene**The episode begins with a timpani stab, not unlike BFDIA 5d or TPOT 24. However, this flashback is not as lengthy as those—it just can't be. The first thing we see after the black screen is a slow fade-in showing various imaginative backgrounds. Zoom in on the characters on whom should be focused: The EXITers! Except for Roboty, all of them (**Pencil**, **Bracelety**, **Liy**, **8-Ball**, **Stapy**, **David**, **Match**, **Firey Jr.** and **Dora**) make an appearance here; they are all holding one another in a rather awkward position.
* **Ma****tch**: Like, crudliously? We just lost Robotnik.
* **Li****y**: [*confused*] Robotnik?
* **Ma****tch**: Sorry. I care so, like, little that I've forgotten his name.
* **Li****y**: Eugh, I should just let go of you all.
* **Ma****tch**: Then do it, eh?
* **Li****y**: I can't! I told you, if any one of us breaks formation, we'll all get lost in separate dimensions. At least that's what I think; I've never flown solo before.
* **Ma****tch**: Neither have I. Did you know I joined the mile-high club, like, eight times?

[*Beat.*]

* **Ma****tch**: What?
* **P****e****nci****l**: Match, I mean this as your best friend, but this will go a lot faster if you just shut up.
* **Fir****ey** **Jr****.**: Agreed.
* **8****-****Ball**: I don't have a favourite number, but I agree as well.
* **Do****ra**: Dadadadadadadadaa*AAAAAA**AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!***

[*The intro plays.*]

* **St****a****py**: Hey, Liy? Hey, Liy? Hey, Liy?
* **Li****y**: Give me some time to speak, sheesh!
* **St****a****py**: Not that I'd do it, but what exactly happens if you do let go?
* **Li****y**: At the moment we're going through several time periods and universes, so... probably bad things.
* **P****e****nci****l**: For goodness' sake, nothing good happens when you go faster than the speed of light!
* **Bracel****ety**: I love the way the light bounces off the head of ***ICE CUBE, YEAAAAAAAAH!***
* **Li****y**: Anyway, Stapy, why do you ask that?
* **St****a****py**: Because that's what Firey Jr.'s doing.
* **Fir****ey** **Jr****.**: Whoops! [*lets go of his hand*] Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

[**Firey Jr.** *shrinks in the distance.*]

* **St****a****py**: Because that's what Firey Jr. did.
* **Li****y**: I see that. [*groans*] Casualty #2.
* **St****a****py**: You're not going to like this, but I'm going to save him.
* **Li****y**: What?
* **St****a****py**: It was nice knowing you in this... place. But Firey Jr.'s my responsibility; I'm his MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

[**Stapy** *lets go.*]

* **8****-****Ball**: Oh no, I'm losing my balance.

[**8-Ball** *breaks from the formation, along with* **David** *and* **Dora**, *who have been glued to 8-Ball's head and are fighting.*]

* **Ma****tch**: Wow. That is, like, seriously.
* **Bracel****ety**: I'm losing my grip too! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[**Bracelety** *lets go.*]

* **Li****y**: Ugh, nice going, guys! /s I feel like I'm dealing with a bunch of children here. [*sighs*] Well, it's a good thing you two are with me.
* **Ma****tch**: I'm bored.
* **Li****y**: Wait, wait! I know you're not the listening type, but let me tell you this: if you want to stay in a certain dimension, you have to hold on to something, anything. If you don't, you just keep flying until you get back to where you started.
* **Ma****tch**: 'Kay.
* **Li****y**: Repeat what I said so I know you dig it.
* **Ma****tch**: No.

[**Match** *lets go.*]

* **Li****y**: Khhhh.
* **P****e****nci****l**: Match, really?

[**Pencil** *lets go with her. Liy sighs.*]

* **Li****y**: This should be interesting.

## Pre–Cake at Stake

### **Front of the hotel**

**Scene****Bok** is talking to **Gaty**, **Saw** and **Basketball**, her friends. As promised by Two, she wears a pair of glasses and a fake mole.
* **G****at****y**: So let me get this straight. You go by *Bok* now instead of *Book*, right?
* **B****o****k**: Right. I was only ordered to change my name under threat of arrest more than half a year ago. /s
* **G****at****y**: Sor*ry*, but I was a bit busy pacing around the hotel room for three months. I mean, our team's up for elimination; that's not good!
* **S****aw**: I think you'll do fine, G***8***y!
* **G****at****y**: Sure, I hope so. Knowing Two, they'll probably replace me with someone no one's ever heard of.
* **Baske****t****ball**: I'm not saying you *will*, but if you do get eliminated, at least you can say you've done TPOT for ten years!
* **S****aw**: The *big ten-O*!
* **B****o****k**: Exactly! But I'd be more worried about you, Saw.
* **S****aw**: What? Why?
* **B****o****k**: You must have been scared for a hundred days, look at your handle!
* **G****at****y**: Oh, you didn't hear. Mood handles don't work after their owners get recovered.
* **S****aw**: [*happily*] Yep! Since I died scared and screaming, my handle will be purple forever!
* **B****o****k**: I don't really like the implications of that.

### **Back of the hotel**

**Scene****Nickel** and **Naily** are standing by the row of pay phones, which have been moved from Two's Party Huis to the back of the hotel. **Price Tag** is next to them.
* **Nic****k****el**: Finally! We're the first ones here!
* **N****a****ily**: And it only took us, what, a hundred days? That's a new record.
* **Nic****k****el**: This plan will be amazing.
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just don't take too long, some people would like to hear from their parents. /j
* **N****a****ily**: You know you can just use that one over there.
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: [*pointing to the other pay phones*] No, that one's broken and this one's my favourite!
* **Nic****k****el**: Don't worry, we won't take long.
* **N****a****ily**: Remind me what to do again, Nicko?
* **Nic****k****el**: It's simple. You call David and I'll call Carlene. We each butter up our ex-people and try to get them to talk to each other.
* **N****a****ily**: Oh! Now I remember!
* **Nic****k****el**: Good for you. Now let's go!

[*Nickel and Naily pick up the phones and press the number buttons. Because the people they are calling live internationally, it takes them a comically long time to type them in.*]

* **Nic****k****el**: Done!
* **N****a****ily**: It wasn't a race; don't forget my country's, like, ten thousand kilometres away.
* **Nic****k****el**: So is mine.

[*Someone picks up the phone at the other end: It's* **Carlene**, *Nickel's ex-girlfriend from the beginning of the act. They have a split-screen conversation (while Naily's goes on in the background)—the screen is split into two pentagons for each side. It is very early in the morning morning in Virginia, where she lives.*]

* **?**: Remote. Pentagon. Woman.
* **C****ar****le****ne**: Hello?
* **Nic****k****el**: Hi, Carlene, it's me!
* **C****ar****le****ne**: *My*, the new girl from Goikyan Vietnam?
* **Nic****k****el**: No, it's *me*, Nickel!
* **C****ar****le****ne**: Oh, Nickel. Good grief, we haven't spoken in a year! Did you get yourself a phone yet?
* **Nic****k****el**: No, I'm talking on the set of... [*whispers*] TPOT. [*regular voice*] They got pay phones here.
* **C****ar****le****ne**: I don't talk to no thieves. Goodbye.
* **Nic****k****el**: Wait a minute! I get you don't want to talk to me, but I know there's someone out there who does.
* **C****ar****le****ne**: Don't you try to butter me up, Nicholas.
* **Nic****k****el**: In fact, he's right here.
* **C****ar****le****ne**: Oh? I can't imagine you got friends in the show who'd like to talk to someone like me, but... bring him on.

[*Awkward silence as Nickel looks at Naily. She gestures for him to wait a bit.*]

* **C****ar****le****ne**: Nicholas, are you still there? 'Cause I need to eat breakfast soon.
* **N****a****ily**: [*to Nickel*] You're good!
* **Nic****k****el**: 'Kay. Carlene, I'd like you to meet my... foreign friend. David.
* **C****ar****le****ne**: David? [*imitating David*] *Aww, seriously?!*
* **Nic****k****el**: No, David Mason.
* **N****a****ily**: Quick!

[*Nickel and Naily hold their phones to each other. Indistinct, tinny conversation.*]

* **Nic****k****el**: [*Aside.*] Is it working?
* **N****a****ily**: I don't know. You tell me.

[*Naily gestures towards the two phones which have suddenly started to hover and snog each other.*]

* **N****a****ily**: Ugh. That's no pretty sight.
* **Nic****k****el**: Let's blow this soda stand.

[**Nickel** *and* **Naily**, *who walk away together as Price Tag rolls their eyes and picks up the other phone. Huc teleportat* **Two**, *scaring them.*]

* **Two**: ***BWAAAAAAAAAAA!***
* **[** **N****a****ily** · **Nic****k****el** **]**: *Aaaaaaah!*

[*Naily holds onto Nickel.*]

* **Nic****k****el**: Two, what the hell was that for?
* **Two**: I wanted to scare you two, especially Nickel!
* **Nic****k****el**: Why me?
* **Two**: You're the only one back here that's in The Alefs, and as you know, your team was up for elimination. It just so happens that it's also time for Cake at Stake!

[*Two smiles at Nickel, and then at the camera.*]

* **Nic****k****el**: [*emotionless*] Yay.
* **N****a****ily**: No worries, Nick, you can make it!

### **Hotel roof**

**Scene****Two** has gathered the contestants for Cake at Stake. Sitting on the risers are the members of the winning teams, **Vitas** and **U** (minus Tennis Ball and Golf Ball for some reason), while on the platforms are the members of the team up for elimination, **The Alefs**. Stem Kastje remains in the background, and she is as discordant with the scenery as ever. **Five**, the series' new addition, stands next to Two as their ever-helpful co-host.
* **Two**: If you remember from the last episode...

[*Flashback to a blank screen.*]

* **Two**: Okay, we haven't got that memory. [*The contestants look confused.*] But yeah, The Alefs lost.
* **G****at****y**: We lost. We lost the baseball game, and we lost getting out of our cylinders. [*sighs nervously*]
* **Two**: That's right! The Alefs are the losers. [*Beat; all of The Alefs give them dirty looks.*] I mean... losers who can vote for their top one, ***TWO*** or three teammates they want to save. If you get the fewest votes, you're eliminated. [*points downwards*] If you get the most votes, please accept our complimentary TPOT-brand teapots.

[*Fanfare. Two and Five show the camera their teapots. It's a "Utah teapot" (as in the series intro) with the* Power of Two *logo on it. Looks a bit tacky, but what wasn't in the 1980s?*]

* **Co****i****ny**: Teapots? What are those good for?
* **G****at****y**: Buck's Fizz, Coiny. /s
* **S****aw**: Heh heh, I'm going to wear mine as a second handle!
* **Two**: Only if you're declared safe. Now hush, everyone, and queue up, because it's time to vote!

[*The Alefs form a queue outside Stem Kastje.*]

* **Two**: Oh, and another thing!
* **F****r****i****e****s**: You're not going to bother us while we enter the voting booth, are you?
* **Two**: No, that would be silly. I'll bother you *before* you enter the booth. Don't worry, I'll make it quick... and this goes out to everybody else as well: [*starts speaking very quickly*] You may not vote for another person you voted for last time.
* **Co****i****ny**: What? So that means I can't vote for you-know-who?
* **Two**: Nope! Not even Pin.
* **Co****i****ny**: Two!
* **Two**: Sorry.
* **P****i****n**: I never knew you thought that way about me, Coiny! /j
* **Co****i****ny**: [*pretends to tip his hat*] M'lady.
* **G****at****y**: [*Aside, to Saw.*] Ble.
* **Two**: Aaaaand... *start!*

### **Stem Kastje**

**Scene**As in episode 26, the contestants choose whom (1, 2 or 3 people) they want to be safe. The first-named contestant gets 6 votes if their name is mentioned alone, 4 if mentioned if one other and 3 if mentioned with two others. The second-name contestant (if there is one) gets 2 votes, regardless of whether anyone else's name comes after them. The third-named contestant (if there is one) gets 1 vote. This scene is frequently skipped in later broadcasts.

TPOT 28 voting

[*Static.*]
* **Ar****esko**: I'm voting for Nickel. I feel bad that he got no votes last time.
* **Stemkastje**: Hey, you're not supposed to know that! /j

[*Static.*]
* **Co****i****ny**: Nickel.

[*Static.*]
* **Puffball**: Nickel, he's cool.
* **Stemkastje**: Ooh, someone's popular.
* **Puffball**: Who?
* **Stemkastje**: Hat-rice Rushen, Puffball. /s
* **Puffball**: Yeah, I know who that is, thank you.

[*Static.*]
* **G****at****y**: Saw.
* **Stemkastje**: You've already voted for her.
* **G****at****y**: Shoot, that's right. Ummmm... then Puffball.

[*Static.*]
* **Nic****k****el**: Fries, that's a good friend of mine... Pin... and Aresko. Anyone with an accent like that deserves to stay.

[*Static.*]
* **S****aw**: Coiny and Pin, why not?

[*Static.*]
* **P****i****n**: Saw and Aresko, why not?
* **Stemkastje**: Oooooohh...
* **P****i****n**: What? Should I have said "Saw, 4 points, Aresko, 2 points" instead?
* **Stemkastje**: No, no, you're good. I was just thinking of trampolines.

### **Elimination area**

**Scene****Pin** coolly returns to her seat with the others. A flashcard comes out of Stem Kastje's box. Five takes it and hands it over to Two.
* **Two**: Thanks, helpful co-host! Now I know who got the most votes, and by a large margin.
* **Nic****k****el**: Well, I just know it's not—
* **Two**: Nickel.
* **Nic****k****el**: Yes?
* **Two**: You received twenty-one votes, the most out of everyone! You're safe!

[*As they do with everyone else declared safe, Five throws the TPOT teapot at Nickel. It breaks as it hits his edge.*]

* **Nic****k****el**: Hey!
* **Five**: Sorry!
* **Nic****k****el**: That's not the first time someone's thrown a tea kettle at my face.
* **Two**: [*sternly*] It's a tea*pot*. [*happily*] Moving on! Two of you have received six votes. Get it? Two? Heeheeheeheehee.
* **Five**: Ah ha ha!
* **Nic****k****el**: Um, Two, who's safe with me?
* **Two**: Puffball... and Coiny.
* **Puffball**: Yay!

[*Coiny catches his teapot.*]

* **Two**: Now, three of you got four votes. Those three are... Saw... Fries... and Pin.

[*They catch their teapots. Saw wears hers on her head.*]

* **Co****i****ny**: [*English accent*] Another spot of tea, Pin?
* **P****i****n**: Only if it's green.
* **Co****i****ny**: Cheers!
* **P****i****n**: *Gimme a Break!*

[*The spotlight shines on Aresko and Gaty, the last two declared safe.*]

* **Two**: Someone got three votes. Someone else did not.
* **Ar****esko**: Am I that someone?
* **G****at****y**: You're *a* someone. [*rolls her eyes*]
* **Two**: Gaty, I've had enough of your... whatever it is.
* **G****at****y**: Wait, I didn't mean to—
* **Two**: With zero votes, Gaty, you are *eliminated!*

[*Dramatic sting as Aresko quietly catches his teapot. Gaty's mouth is agape as she begins to tremble and sweat.*]

* **G****at****y**: What? N- no, *no*, I can't be eliminated! This isn't real life, is it?
* **S****aw**: Yeah, Two, can't you do a recount or something?
* **Two**: I'm afraid I can't. Now, according to some of the predictions from the first episode... [*Five shows a bunch of actual TPOT prediction videos on his screen*] you were actually one of the first people to be voted off. I think you ought to be proud of yourself.
* **G****at****y**: But that doesn't matter, because I'm gone now! [*cries*] *I don't want to be eliminated, ue-ue-he-he-ue-he-ho-ha!*
* **T****r****e****e**: [*in the audience*] Crikey, are all you Italians so emotional?
* **P****en**: Aww, she makes *me* want to cry!
* **G****at****y**: [*gasps and stops crying*] Quick, Saw! Activate the elimination prevention plan!
* **S****aw**: I don't have one.
* **G****at****y**: Couldn't you have made one up?
* **S****aw**: I'm sorry! I didn't think it through!
* **G****at****y**: Oh, this is, this is terrible! Can't I get some kind of time alone or something?
* **Two**: Sure you can! In the Filing Cabinet!

[*Two presses a button to open the tile that sends a just-eliminated contestant through a portal to the Filing Cabinet.*]

* **Five**: I'm sorry, Two, The Tile is a little slow because it hasn't been used in two years.
* **Two**: Well, that's a nice number! Gaty, if you don't mind positioning yourself in this direction, would you do that for me please?

[*Gaty steps directly over it.*]

* **Two**: Thank you!
* **F****r****i****e****s**: Don't worry, it's not that bad down there; you'll get your own telly and everything.
* **G****at****y**: I will? Wow, that makes everything seem a lot more o-KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

[**Gaty** *falls through The Tile.*]

## Post–Cake at Stake

* **F****r****i****e****s**: I'm probably not the first to admit it, but I'll miss Gaty. She's always been the voice of reason.
* **Puffball**: Especially when you weren't around.
* **F****r****i****e****s**: Eh, I just hope she has a nice journey.
* **Puffball**: Yep, yep, yep!

[*Suddenly Two turns towards Fries.*]

* **Two**: Fries. What have you done?
* **F****r****i****e****s**: What?
* **Two**: Earlier! You've spoiled the secret of the Filing Cabinet!
* **F****r****i****e****s**: Wait, I did? I thought I was just giving helpful advice to calm a friend who needed it.
* **Two**: What you did is expressly forbidden! You will now receive the zap penalty.

[*Fries's acquaintances all look at Two, terrified, while the other contestants are indifferent.*]

* **F****r****i****e****s**: [*deadpan*] Did I get a good deal on it?

[*Two zaps* **Fries** *out of existence.*]

* **Puffball**: Two, is Fries coming back?
* **Two**: If he's good. [*raises an eyebrow*]
* **Puffball**: What does that gesture even mean in this context?
* **Ar****esko**: By gollay, I think this is way too much drama for me.
* **Nic****k****el**: Yeah, our team's getting smaller by the minute.

[*Saw gets up from her platform and walks towards the elevator. She takes the teapot off her head.*]

* **P****i****n**: Where are you going, Saw?
* **S****aw**: Um... totally *not* going downstairs to get some apple juice!
* **P****i****n**: Oh! If you are *not* doing that, I'd better come with you.
* **Co****i****ny**: Me too.
* **S****aw**: Thanks, guys, but I'd rather *handle* it alone.
* **P****i****n**: Nonsense, Saw! When you're feeling down, you always need a buddy. [*Coiny nods.*]
* **P****en**: [*in the audience*] That's what I always say!

## The newbie

### **Middle of the field**

**Scene**Post-Cake at Stake dispersion. Most of the contestants crowd around **Two** and **Five** in the middle of the field to ask them about the next challenge, while others stand near the hotel building.
* **C****l****o****c****k**: Okay, Two, you've obliterated Fries.
* **Two**: [*proudly*] Yes. Yes I did.
* **C****l****o****c****k**: That means The Alefs have an absence. But what about our team?
* **Two**: What about your team?
* **C****l****o****c****k**: We're missing Tennis Ball and Golf Ball. I've not seen them since yesterday. I hope you didn't kill them again.
* **Two**: I haven't. They're out on the town.
* **C****l****o****c****k**: Doing what?

[*Jump cut to* **Tennis Ball** *and* **Golf Ball** *in a very long queue, much like the ones in school cafeterias. They even carry trays on their heads.*]

* **T****e****nnis Ba****l****l**: Two pairs of eyeglasses, please?

[*Back to the scene.*]

* **C****l****o****c****k**: Why couldn't they just get them at the same multi-purpose building at which Bok got hers?
* **B****o****k**: Because my pair is literally for show. Also, Two's no licenced optician!
* **Two**: Yet.

### **Front of the hotel**

**Scene**Near the lobby, **Black Hole**, **Remote** and **Tree** talk business.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Hey, Remote, when does the next hiatus start?
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: Calculating. [*electronic noises*] Next year, March 13th.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Okay. Now I've got something to ask you, Tree.
* **T****r****e****e**: Say it, mate.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Remote and I were wondering, if you'd like to join our Death PACT merch business, once the break starts.
* **T****r****e****e**: Really? I don't know. Entrepreneurship isn't my sort of thing.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: No way, man, you'll do fine.
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: You can even bring him along. [*points at Pen, who is playing catch with Aresko*]
* **T****r****e****e**: Mm, he does look adorable in a tie.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Just consider it. Help is urgently wanted, and the two of us can't do everything by ourselves.

[*Something holds on to Tree's leg. He doesn't notice.*]

* **T****r****e****e**: Then why not hire workers?
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: You mean, like, set up interviews... and talk to people?

[*The thing squeezes onto Tree's leg.*]

* **R****e****m****ot****e**: We're introverts.

[*The thing squeezes his leg harder. He tries to shake it off, visibly uncomfortable.*]

* **T****r****e****e**: Yeah, I am too, but that doesn't mean you can't—*WHAT DO YOU WANT?!*
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Uh-oh.
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: Devil Tree, be gone.

[*The thing starts to slump to the back of the hotel.*]

* **T****r****e****e**: Sorry, there was a nasty little bug on me.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: The deadly creatures of your continent know where you live.
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: I think that makes you pretty *attract*-ive. Ha.

[*The owner of the thing clinging to Tree's leg begins to make sounds as it is seemingly about to fade into thin air.*]

* **Voice**: No, no, no, NOOOO!

[*Tree, Black Hole and Remote notice and look at where the voice came from: It is* **Liy**, *slowly being teleported bottom-first out of this world.*]

* **T****r****e****e**: Is that who I think it is?
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Liy!
* **Li****y**: Quick, someone, touch me!
* **T****r****e****e**: What? I'm taken!
* **Li****y**: No, I mean pat my head or something!
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: Okay. [*pats Liy's head*]

[*As soon as Remote does that, Liy appears in her entirety. She breathes heavily out of exhaustion.*]

* **R****e****m****ot****e**: Liy.
* **T****r****e****e**: Oh my seed, Liy, you're... you're here. In our show.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: *Alhamdulillah*.
* **Li****y**: Yeah, I guess I am.
* **T****r****e****e**: Do you need a rest or something?
* **Li****y**: No... I'm fine.
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: How did you even get here? We thought you were eliminated thirteen years ago.
* **Li****y**: It's— it's a long story. Just let me catch my breath.
* **T****r****e****e**: Don't mean to intrude, but why've you just shown up now?
* **Li****y**: Stop asking questions! But... I don't know; these things just happen whenever you skip dimensions. I think about five minutes ago I was right here, though everyone was a little different.

[*Flashback to episode 21, when* **Aresko** *is sitting by himself.*]

**Ar****esko**: Nothing out of the ordinary here!
[**Liy** *appears out of nowhere.*]
**Li****y**: Who are you talking to?
**Ar****esko**: Ò!
[**Liy** *vanishes.*]
[*Flashback to episode 24, when* **Basketball** *and* **Puffball** *are talking about New Year's.*]

**Puffball**: If my family can throw the biggest fireworks display on our island, you can eat twelve grapes in a minute.
**Baske****t****ball**: No, it's twelve grapes in twelve seconds.
[**Liy** *appears out of nowhere. She is about to wave hello to the two but fears getting caught, so she lies face-up on the ground.*]
**Puffball**: Still doable.
**Baske****t****ball**: Want to bet on it?
**Puffball**: I think you can do it.
**Baske****t****ball**: Mm-hmm.
[*Liy tries to get Basketball's attention by grabbing her left leg.*]
**Li****y**: Notice me, Basketball! [*pinches her*]
**Baske****t****ball**: Ow!
[*Liy starts to vanish slowly.*]
**Puffball**: What was that?
**Baske****t****ball**: Probably just the wind.
[*End flashbacks.*]

* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: So you've been here before.
* **Li****y**: Multiple times. What year is it now?
* **T****r****e****e**: 1982.
* **Li****y**: Wow. I'm living ten years in the future. I don't really like the implications of that.

[*Huc teleportat* **Two** *to the side of the hotel. Everyone screams.*]

* **Two**: Hello, what have we here? A new contestant, is it?
* **Li****y**: Oh, I'm not a contestant.
* **Two**: Nonsense. If you stand on this ground, it means you're a competitor and that's that. We haven't allowed visitors on the set in many years and intend to keep it that way. Now what's your name, so I can add it to the official roster?
* **Li****y**: My name? It's... [*looks at a cloud that looks suspiciously like X*] Ex... ix.
* **Two**: Pleasure to meet you, Exix!
* **Ex****ix**: Yeah, hi.

#### The introduction

[**Two** *claps twice and all (except for Coiny, Pin, Saw, Tennis Ball and Golf Ball) gather around the front of the hotel. Two stands in front of* **Liy/Exix** *for dramatic effect.*]

* **Two**: Listen, everybody! I have an announcement to make!
* **Five**: That's right. Gather round because Two has an announcement!
* **Ex****ix**: Is this really necessary?
* **Two**: Today, we have a new person joining us in the battle for... *The Power of Two!*
* **Nic****k****el**: Ooh, a newbie!
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: I hope they're cool!
* **Puffball**: [*deadpan*] Gaty was right.
* **C****l****o****c****k**: D'um... Two? What's going on?
* **Two**: I should like you all to welcome... *Exix!*

[*Two steps away, revealing* **Exix**. *Everyone gasps—all of them (except Winner and Price Tag) know who she is. Cross-talk.*]

* **Ex****ix**: [*Aside.*] So these are the people I'm playing against. Small crowd.
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: You'll get used to it.
* **Ex****ix**: I see *he's* still here.

[*She points at* **Pen***, who moves to the front of the crowd.*]

* **P****en**: Wowie wow wow, if I'm not mistaken, you look just like Liy! Are you two related?
* **Ex****ix**: Yes... I've known her my whole life.
* **P****en**: That's so *cool!*
* **Two**: So are you all going to hush up so I can tell you about today's contest?
* **Ex****ix**: You know, you seemed a bit nicer when I was watching you on TV.

[*Five raises his eyebrows at Two.*]

* **Two**: Right. Anyway...

## Pre-contest

* **Two**: I want you all to get with your teams and spread out as far as you can.

[*They all do so within seconds.*]

* **Two**: That was easy.
* **Five**: It sure was.
* **Ex****ix**: Um... excuse me, Two, but where can I go?
* **Two**: Oh, that's right. You're not in a team yet because of your rogue, new contestant status. Hmmmmm. Well... [*Exix scopes the field to scope out potential teammates.*] No worries, Exix, I will be generous and let you choose which team you want to be in. I'll even let you wait!
* **Ex****ix**: Oh, wow, that's really ni—
* **Two**: Choose a team.
* **Ex****ix**: Hmm... Tree's team's got the old friends and the old flames... But Clock's team—I feel like I owe him one, because we are in a truce since... thirteen years. I don't know who to choose!
* **Two**: Then I've got an idea: You get to join The Alefs!

[*Five bursts into laughter.*]

* **Ex****ix**: What's so funny?
* **Five**: That's the only team you *didn't* mention!
* **Ex****ix**: Oh, ha ha. /s Whatever, though. I've never been on a team with three people, not even when I was in the EXIT—I mean, in *exile*.
* **Five**: Exile, eh?
* **Ex****ix**: Yes, I... I come from a really bad dictatorship. They made us sing the national anthem.
* **Five**: What's wrong with that?
* **Ex****ix**: It was the version by The Shagg Carpets.
* **Five**: Oof, that's brutal.
* **Two**: It's not worth talking about that now, 'cause it's time to start the contest!

[*Two claps twice and three giant picnic blankets fall from the sky. They clap twice again and a picnic basket suddenly appears. Exix looks up and walks over to her new teammates.*]

* **Puffball**: Magic jelly!

[*Silence.*]

* **Puffball**: Y'all are too old to get that reference.
* **C****l****o****c****k**: Two, is this our challenge?
* **Two**: I'm setting it up!
* **C****l****o****c****k**: But we can't have an eating challenge!
* **N****a****ily**: Yeah, Black Hole will just suck everything up and win!
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: What?
* **N****a****ily**: No offence.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: None taken.
* **Five**: Alright, Two, I have the button ready.
* **Two**: Thank you. Want to do the honours?
* **Five**: Sure. ***BRRRRRING ON THE MINIS!***
* **Nic****k****el**: Huh?

[*Two presses a button and mini robotic versions of Two start to pop up from under the grass. They monotonously walk towards the contestants.*]

* **Twobots**: Two. Two. Hahaehaehae. Two. Two. Hahaehaehae.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: What is this?
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: I don't know, but—
* **Snowball**: *Snowball not like!*
* **Ar****esko**: Ooh, may we touch these?
* **Two**: No, you may not! The object of this challenge is to avoid any physical contact with my Twobots!
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: Twobots? Did you invent these, Two?
* **Two**: What do you think, Taggy?
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: Errrrr... I think you did.
* **Two**: That's right! The first person in your team to have direct contact with one of my Twobots loses the game for their entire team.

[*Everyone gasps.*]

* **Two**: Scary, innit? It's as if you're doing a team exercise, because that's what it is: a team exercise. Isn't that funny? [*snorts*]
* **C****l****o****c****k**: Hilarious. /s
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: Gag me with a spoon.
* **Two**: Seems you already know what you're doing, so I shall now play laissez-faire and laiss-*you* faire.
* **[** **Two** · **Five** **]**: *Go!*

## Contest

### **Outside**

**Scene**The contestants have their picnic while avoiding the Twobots from invading, or worse, getting all up in their business.
#### U

[**Clock** *marches around while his present teammates,* **Basketball**, **Bok**, **Naily** *and* **Price Tag**, *are sitting down on the picnic blanket and munching on vittles.*]

* **C****l****o****c****k**: Alright, team, change of plans. There are five of us here, but I can still assign each of you the rôles of our missing teammates. Basketball, you double as Golf Ball for Plan I.A.P.: Invasion Avoidance Procedure.
* **Baske****t****ball**: Because we totally like being told what to do. /s
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: Yeesh, Clock, don't tell me you talk to your wife that way.
* **C****l****o****c****k**: Of course not. You forget that I believe in a strong work-life balance. How I behave outside the grasp of Two's control is completely different from how I act here. At least that's what I've been told.
* **N****a****ily**: Okay, Napoleon. /s I don't want to be mean, but if they bring back viewer voting, you'll be the first of us to go.
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: Don't bet too much, we're still in a recession. I've been feeling eerily cheap lately.
* **B****o****k**: Guys, I promise we won't lose for a while.
* **Baske****t****ball**: Really?
* **C****l****o****c****k**: How can you be so positive, Bok?
* **B****o****k**: In the last episode, Two told me that our team is immune from being up for elimination in the next two challenges.
* **Baske****t****ball**: Why would they say something like that?
* **B****o****k**: Because I got Five to be Two's co-host. Somehow.
* **C****l****o****c****k**: And we thank you for that, Book.
* **N****a****ily**: Now there's nothing to worry about!
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: Yeah...

[*Everyone sighs.*]

* **C****l****o****c****k**: I still think we should try.
* **Baske****t****ball**: Suit yourself, but we're going to enjoy our picnic.
* **N****a****ily**: Want some food?
* **C****l****o****c****k**: No, thanks.

[*Clock stomps his feet in front of some of the Twobots that are approaching the picnic area.*]

* **C****l****o****c****k**: *Yah ntouma!* I can take you all down!
* **N****a****ily**: [*Aside.*] Without actually...
* **[** **N****a****ily** · **P****ri****c****e Tag** **]**: Taking them all down! [*tittering*]
* **C****l****o****c****k**: I'll have you know I've been involved in numerous secret raids in Goikyan Algeria. You're fricking dead, kiddo.
* **Baske****t****ball**: Clock, you fought with the colonists.
* **C****l****o****c****k**: Shh!

#### The Alefs

[**Aresko**, **Nickel** *and* **Puffball** *are having a Q&A with* **Exix** *as they eat their lunch; hardly any of them are paying attention to the competition.*]

* **Puffball**: So you watched the whole season?
* **Ex****ix**: Pretty much, I mean, it was episode 8 until the last one I saw before I left. I forget which number that was.

[*Aresko gets up and starts digging a trench around the grass with his top part.*]

* **Puffball**: What are you doing?
* **Ar****esko**: What my granddad did over half a century ago. Ever heard of the Somme?
* **Puffball**: Of course I have; I'm French.

[*Exix, Nickel and Puffball laugh quietly.*]

* **Nic****k****el**: Maybe you can tell us what happened in that episode, the last one you saw.
* **Ex****ix**: Oh! You were in it, Nickel!
* **Nic****k****el**: [*perking up*] I was?
* **Ex****ix**: Yeah, you, you were in the air, flying with Cloudy and talking about divorce.
* **Nic****k****el**: Oohhhhhh, episode 17. Apparently a classic.
* **Puffball**: Then you missed a lot, like when we made our new teams or when Aresko joined.
* **Nic****k****el**: Or when Balloony and Cloudy got back together!
* **Ex****ix**: Nope, I don't remember any of that. But I was around the night Ar... Aresko was sitting outside.
* **Ar****esko**: [*still digging*] Oh yeah, that *was* you! I didn't recognize you back then. It must have been about two years now.
* **Ex****ix**: Well, I've settled down. People tend to look different once they settle down.
* **Nic****k****el**: And you chose to settle down here.
* **Ex****ix**: Sure, Nickel. [*sighs*] *Chose.*
* **Nic****k****el**: [*obliviously*] Nice!

[*Aresko sits down with the others.*]

* **Ar****esko**: So, tell us how you know Liy again.
* **Puffball**: We're curious!
* **Ex****ix**: Uh, uh, uh... twin sister. [*changing the subject*] Hey, has your team always been this small?
* **Nic****k****el**: Nope.
* **Puffball**: Our other team members—
* **Ar****esko**: That's Coiny, Pin and Saw...
* **Puffball**: They're at the hotel bar/pub/whatever. Gaty just got eliminated today so those two are trying to comfort her nicer half.
* **Ex****ix**: Gaty really made it that far? Huh.

### **Hotel restaurant**

**Scene****Coiny**, **Pin** and **Saw** are having a conversation in the restaurant. They are all drinking juice.
* **S****aw**: Honestly, everyone's right.
* **P****i****n**: That it's okay to be scared of a little coup d'état?
* **S****aw**: That... *and* Gaty really made it far in the show. I'm proud of her!
* **Co****i****ny**: Indeed. I'm sure she's doing just fine wherever she is.
* **S****aw**: I mean, ten years, one decade of competitions, which only happen once every three months, and some of us might be doing this for another ten years! If you ask me, that's insane.
* **P****i****n**: We're not insane; we're just normal people who love to compete.
* **S****aw**: Yeah... Normal people...
* **Co****i****ny**: People with families and friends and kids who'll be elderly when we're done competing, and we'll somehow be younger than them if we keep getting de-aged.

[*Silence.*]

* **S****aw**: Anybody else feeling existential?
* **P****i****n**: Yup.
* **Co****i****ny**: My friends, it's time.

[*Coiny, Pin and Saw take a sip from their juice boxes at the same time. They all sigh in relief.*]

### **Outside**

**Scene**The contestants meet their doom, as all team members come into contact with their Twobots. Spoiler alert!
#### Vitas

[*Once again, the team are split into different factions: The revival of Death PACT* (**Black Hole**, **Remote**, **Tree** *and* **Pen**, *who is in background character mode), the people who still care about competing* (**Donut** *and* **Winner**) *and* **Snowball** *who is making the same pose as Clock as he stands before the approaching Twobots.*]

* **T****r****e****e**: Isn't it great to have Liy, I mean, Exix with us?
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: It's been so long. How long should I wait, until I tell Liy, I mean, Exix, about our company? Two hours?
* **T****r****e****e**: Earlier. After all, she's Liy, I mean, Exix.
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: I don't know why you all correct yourselves. It's not so hard to memorize a new nominal entry.
* **T****r****e****e**: That's because you're mechanically minded.
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: Oh yeah. I keep forgetting.

[*Tree sees Pen looking off in the distance.*]

* **T****r****e****e**: Hey, Pen, what are you looking at? Is there a mirror beyond the horizon?
* **P****en**: Boy, I wish. Yeah, no, it's Snowball; he looks real sad. I want to cheer him up!
* **T****r****e****e**: [*disgusted*] Why?
* **P****en**: 'Cause I feel bad for everyone hating him. He deserves a good day.
* **T****r****e****e**: Okay, but don't be all flirty. You sort of leave that impression on people.
* **P****en**: Sort of? [*smirks*] Care to tell me more?

[*Tree gestures for him to walk away.*]

* **T****r****e****e**: Just go, it'll be fine.
* **P****en**: I'll be good, bud. Promise.

[*Exit* **Pen**.]

* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: So let's talk about Liy.
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: I thought we agreed to call her Exix.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: We can only call her Liy around people, whom she wants to know her real name, that is, the three of us. Otherwise, it's Exix all the time. It's a social nicety.
* **T****r****e****e**: Well, I am a sucker for social niceties. But can I still ask her if it's okay that Pen knows everything?
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: I don't see any problem with that.
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: She's over there.

[*Remote indicates The Alefs' part of the field, where Liy is still talking to her teammates as the Twobots approach her.*]

* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: So... are you going to walk to her?
* **T****r****e****e**: No, I'm too tired.
* **[** **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e** · **R****e****m****ot****e** **]**: **[** Tsst. · Tisk. **]**

#### The Alefs

[*The Twobots get really close to The Alefs.* **Exix** *cheekily waves at one of them.*]

* **Puffball**: Oh gosh, Exix, please be careful!
* **Nic****k****el**: Who knows what those Twobots can do?
* **Ex****ix**: I, the curious one, shall ask. *Hey, Two!*

[*Huc teleportat* **Two**.]

* **Two**: Yes, Exix?

[*Exix looks away, having forgotten her new name for a second.*]

* **Ex****ix**: That's me. Yeah. Anyway, we were wondering, what exactly do these Twobots do?
* **Ar****esko**: Have they got the same unlimited powers that you have?
* **Two**: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. They're just toys. They do nothing but annoy you by repeating the same phrase over and over and over and over and over and—
* **Nic****k****el**: Okay, Two, I think we get it.
* **Ex****ix**: It bothers me that we can't just destroy them.
* **Two**: Directly.

[**Two** *winks, and hinc teleportat.*]

* **Ex****ix**: If that's not a hint, I don't know what is. [*to her teammates*] I saw this on television once.

[*Exix takes a clump of grass from the trench and covers her hand with it.*]

* **Ar****esko**: Hey, I dug that!
* **Ex****ix**: [*smiling with big eyes*] This will only take a minute.

[*Exix holds one of the Twobots with her "grass glove".*]

* **Ex****ix**: Cold, just as I expected.
* **Two**: [*making a buzzer sound*] *Aaaaeh!* I'm sorry, Exix, but your team, The Alefs, lose this contest and are up for elimination.
* **Puffball**: Huh?
* **Ex****ix**: What? I don't understand. I was wearing a glove.
* **Two**: Yes, but... [*holds Exix's arm up*] This glove is faulty; it is made of grass. Some parts of my Twobots have touched your hand!
* **Ex****ix**: The adverts lied to me! You'll get this, Yellow Face, wherever you are!
* **Nic****k****el**: Yellow Face was eliminated.
* **Two**: Three years ago.
* **Ex****ix**: Oh... Well, this is awkward.
* **Nic****k****el**: Don't worry, Exix, I'll vote for you to be safe.
* **[** **Ar****esko** · **Puffball** **]**: Me too.
* **Ex****ix**: You're very generous to the newbies.
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: [*who has suddenly appeared*] #Solidarity!
* **Nic****k****el**: Taggy, how did you get here?
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: By walking. Naily just wanted me to tell you that our team just lost.
* **Ex****ix**: How long ago?
* **P****ri****c****e Tag**: Around... three minutes.
* **C****l****o****c****k**: I'm sorry for doing this all by myself!

[*Everyone looks at Clock, who is getting mobbed by the Twobots.*]

* **C****l****o****c****k**: I think I'm dyiiiiiing!

## End of the contest

#### Vitas

[**Pen** *approaches* **Snowball**, *who is still standing vigilant.*]

* **P****en**: [*puts his hand up*] Hey there.
* **Snowball**: Yeah, what.
* **P****en**: What's wrong? You look depressed.
* **Snowball**: Me not press! Me guard team against stupid Twobots now! Since no one else will! *Mmph!* [*breathes out smoke like a dragon*]
* **P****en**: Say, I know something that'll lift your spirits. How about a dance-off?
* **Snowball**: *No moving!* Unless to defend Snowball me stupid against me small brain *Twobots!*
* **P****en**: Come on, it's good for your body. And it looks nice on a big, strong fella like you, eh? [*nudges him*] *Whoo!*

[*Pen claps his hands and the intro to "Y.M.C.A." can be heard very briefly. He starts to sing part of the chorus.*]

* **P****en**: ♫ It's fun to stay at the—
* **Snowball**: Listen, you dumb tomato blue jay! Disco is dead!
* **P****en**: Hey, take it easy, buddy!
* **Snowball**: Grrrrrr!

[*He grabs Pen by his chest and stares him down.*]

* **P****en**: Whoa...
* **Snowball**: Dumb stick talk a lot make Snowball *mad!* Now let me do my work!

[*Snowball uses Pen's body like a golf club to knock all the Twobots out of the way.*]

* **Two**: [*in the background*] *Aaaaeeeh!*
* **Snowball**: Well, no use fussing over it any more.

[*Snowball throws Pen on the ground.*]

* **P****en**: Ow!
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: [*Aside.*] Should we help him?
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: I would.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Tree, kiss him and make him feel good.
* **T****r****e****e**: That only happens in stories.
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: It happened in your story 53 times.
* **T****r****e****e**: Oh, frick.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Exactly. Go rescue our friend, Tree.
* **T****r****e****e**: My draft, I've left it in Two's body! Aaagh!

[*Exit* **Tree**, *running off and waving his arms.*]

* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: [*sighs*] Well, the man clearly doesn't care.
* **R****e****m****ot****e**: Let's prevent our friend's death.

[*Remote and Black Hole drag Pen to their side of the picnic blanket.*]

* **P****en**: Thanks, you two. Snowball's a meanie-bo-beanie.
* **B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Yes, he is.
* **P****en**: Why are all the mean people so hot? [*points at Tree*]

[*Remote and Black Hole look at each other, concerned. Enter* **Winner** *and* **Donut**, *who have been talking to the other teams.*]

* **Winner**: Hey, er, guys, have you heard?
* **Donut**: The challenge is over; we won.
* **Snowball**: ***MRBOUAAAGH!***

## Post-contest

* **Two**: Time's up! Funny because I haven't actually assigned a time limit to this challenge, but the official order of who is safe and who isn't has just been finished! Five?
* **Five**: U touched the Twobots first. The Alefs did it second, and Vitas did it third. This means The Alefs are up for elimination!
* **Ex****ix**: What? But you just said we got in second place!
* **Five**: Yes, that's true, but U are immune from elimination in this episode.
* **Baske****t****ball**: Nice job, Bok.
* **B****o****k**: I wish for no reward.

### **Voting screen**

**Scene****Two** stands before the typical voting screen of the act. **Five** does nothing but stand next to them and smile as this song plays:

* **Two**: Vote in the comments using your favourite sequence of letters and square brackets for which item you'd most like to see in an episode. The most common letter in each position will be combined to make your ultimate super-item!

[*Roll credits.*]

## Stinger

### **EXIT**

**Scene**Zoom out to a view of the EXITers watching Bracelety's television like they did before. Most of them look annoyed that they have returned to where they started. Enter **Pencil**, who literally tumbles into the classroom.
* **P****e****nci****l**: Oh! Ah! [*looks around*] Frick, I'm here again!
* **Bracel****ety**: Hi, Pencil!
* **Ma****tch**: Like, hello, Penc-penc!
* **P****e****nci****l**: [*sighs*] Where's Liy?
* **Ma****tch**: She's on TV.
* **8****-****Ball**: Liy has become a contestant on *The Power of Two*.
* **P****e****nci****l**: What? Okay, if she, like, watches bowling with anyone, I *will* see it.
* **Fir****ey** **Jr****.**: Thank you, Pencil, for explaining television to us. /s
* **Ma****tch**: Penc, it's, like, fine.
* **St****a****py**: Except you can't call her *Liy* any more.
* **8****-****Ball**: Her name is *Exix*.
* **P****e****nci****l**: Omg, that's so stupid. I shall call her *Liy* whenever I want to.

[*Pencil sits down.*]

* **David**: Aww, seriously?
* **Ma****tch**: Well, it does give our EXIT some representa-like-tion.
* **P****e****nci****l**: Oh. In that case, you got this, Exix.

**THE END**
## Deleted scenes

* It was either Coiny's vote for Pin accidentally being revealed or this:

**Ar****esko**: But what if you don't remember who you voted for last time?
**Two**: Don't worry, Aresko, you'll know. You just will.

* Gaty was literally going to "cry in Slavic". I decided that one dose of ethnic humour was enough.
* A fun little (deleted) dialogue based on date formats. Tree and Black Hole show off how much more Anglicized they are than Remote once again:

**B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Okay, so that's—
**T****r****e****e**: Hold on. Remote, that's how you say the date?
**R****e****m****ot****e**: Yeah.
**T****r****e****e**: I do it the other way: "the thirteenth of March".
**B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: I learnt it that way too.
**R****e****m****ot****e**: Oh well.
**B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Anyway, that's obviously not what we're here to talk about.

* Originally, Aresko was to throw the ball at Pen, hitting Liy by accident... and exposing her existence to Two.
* Liy's fake name for the competition was going to be "Xix" instead of "Exix"—"Xix" coming from her replacing the "L" and the "Y" in her name (hence the dialogue tag reading {{d|xix}}. I changed it to highlight her EXITer origins.
* The challenge in this episode wasn't "a picnic of doom". Two just wanted to train the contestants to be makeshift security guards for possible tiny circular intruders. I decided the plot was too similar to an episode from a future act, so I dropped it.
* I was going to bring someone back from the Filing Cabinet for no reason. Two wouldn't see who it was they were picking up, but my most likely choices were Lightning and Sigune (one of the asteroid sisters).
	+ If Lightning rejoined in this episode, Snowball would not have taken part in the challenge.
* Tree had a couple of one-liners about Pen I ultimately deleted. They just seemed too mean:

I think he's a worse businessman than I am.
Sure, if you want to be charmed into bankruptcy.
I don't see zookeepers telling him not to talk to the animals.

* On the subject of Exix's real name:

**B****l****a****ck H****o****l****e**: Only when unapproved people are around.
**R****e****m****ot****e**: So you mean like... [*points in 360 degrees*]

* Exix was going to introduce a special power in this episode: Every time she claps would release the sound of cymbals. This ability was moved to the next episode.

## Notes

1. ↑ Why do I keep using that expression?
2. ↑ Thanks, voters!
3. ↑ Coiny may be a loudmouth, but he takes voting privacy very seriously.
4. ↑ I just transcribed her crying from BFB 15.
5. ↑ She will be known as **Exix** from the mouths of Two and the other contestants (and to herself sometimes), but her true friends will always call her **Liy**.
6. ↑ Doesn't really count as worthy of a dialogue tag or even for an entry in the line analysis, considering that this sound is heard throughout the episode.
7. ↑ In a realistic world, Bok would have told her teammates this news right after they were recovered in the last episode. Ditto for a bunch of other stuff in this episode, like the Nickel/Naily/David/Carlene phone call. Exposition, am I right?
8. ↑ "Hey, you!" in Algerian Arabic.

**Fake TPOT** [V]