Episode 3: Sammy's Watery Payback πŸ‘Ώ 🎈 🍏

The next day, I went with Jasmine and Sammy to go foraging for berries again.

"You know that you don't have to help us every morning just because Amy tells you to," Jasmine said to Sammy.

"You... You don't want me to come?" She asked worriedly.

"That's not what I said. I just want it to be your decision, not hers. Stop letting her treat you like a servant."

"Yeah, Sammy, I came to this show by choice, not because I had to, and so should you," I said.

"Oh... She never treats me that well," Sammy said.

"Then do something about it," Jasmine replied. I nodded in agreement.

"How can I? She's everyone's favorite. She's the pretty one."

"You and Amy are identical twins," Jasmine retorted.

"You're both the pretty ones!" I added.

"Really?" She asked.

"Samey, look, the first person who stands up for you, has gotta be you," Jasmine said.

"Wow, so are we all like, friends? If not, that's okay. I don't have a lot of friends, so I'm- I'm not, I just.-"

"The way Amy treats you bothers me and Sarah, so yeah, I guess we're friends, right Sarah?" Jasmine said.

"Of course," I replied.

"And I have trouble making friends too. I don't know why, but-" she stopped as she punched the nearby tree, causing fruit to rain down and fall into her bag. "People find me a bit intimidating." The tree snapped and fell to the ground. Shawn soon walked into the clearing dragging a huge bag.

"Hey." He said.

"G'day, Shawn," Jasmine replied.

They just stared at each other in silence for a moment, as Shawn's cheeks turned pink.

"Umm, we're going over there," Samey said as she and I walked away to give those two lovebirds some private time. We just waited there and listened to them. Once Shawn left we walked back over there.

"Were you talking about zombies?" Samey asked. Jasmine giggled.

"Yeah, it's just a little running joke between us," Jasmine replied. Samey and I looked at each other in uncertainty.

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CONFESSIONAL TIME

πŸ™οΈ SARAH πŸ™οΈ

"I don't think she knows that he's not kidding."

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We walked back to our team. We set out a picnic for breakfast.

"Look at all this stuff!" Rodney exclaimed. "Thanks, Jasmine, Thanks Sarah, you, too, Amy."

"Amy?! It was me! Not Amy!" Sammy said angrily.

"What is your problem, Samey?" Amy asked.

"I'm tired of you taking credit for things that I do!" She replied. Uh oh, this will not end well.

"And Samey is on the attack," Topher said, using a carrot as a microphone.

"Samey, this might not be the right time..." Jasmine said worriedly. I nodded in agreement.

"I'm the nice one, Amy is a monster!" Samey yelled. Amy gasped.

"How could you say that? I'm your sister!" Amy said as she started crying, and turned to Scarlett for support.

"Jealousy, us the lowest form of evil," Max said.

"Samey, what is wrong with you?" Rodney asked angrily. I glared at him.

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CONFESSIONAL TIME

πŸ™οΈ SARAH πŸ™οΈ

"Seriously, what does he see in Amy?! She nothing but an evil, manipulative, bitchy, and, sadistic witch!"

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"I, I-" she groaned angrily before walking off.

"And after laying down some brutal blows, Samey heads off. Will Team Kinosewak be able to get past this? Stay tuned to find out." Topher said. Ella walked over to us.

"Good morning, other team!" She said happily. "Who'd like to hear a song?"

"No one, Ella. It's challenge time!" Chris said over the intercom. "All butts to the meeting area in five."

"I'm coming, Chris!" Topher yelled as he ran off.

"I'm going to check on Samey. Sarah, you should probably go with the rest of the team," Jasmine said as she put her berries into Rodney's hand.

He started staring at her weirdly again. Oh boy, here we go again. Jasmine walked over awkwardly. We all arrived, after Sugar and Topher.

"Gather round, victims. Today's game is called, doom-balloons." Chris said.

"You had me at doom," Max said before Topher shushed him.

"Go ahead, Chris."

"You'll have ten seconds to collect a bunch of balloons that are filled with who knows what. Water, talc, paint, itching powder, bees, spiders, bird poop, it's always a surprise."

This made almost all of us gasp. Especially the part about spiders and bees.

"Yay, who doesn't love a surprise?" Ella asked.

"None of you. None of you will love a surprise."

Topher started laughing.

"Oh, Chris. I love the way you'd-" he was interrupted by Chris blowing a whistle.

"If you're hit with any balloon contents, you're out. Doesn't matter if the balloons are thrown, dropped, launched, kicked, or sent by courier. Last player standing, wins it for their team." Chris blew the whistle again. "Get your balloons people!"

We all ran for the pile. I managed to grab four.

"The hunting doesn't start until you hear the air horn. The air horn was soon blown.

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I decided to go with Sammy and Amy, mostly just to keep an eye on the latter.

"Way to make a total fool of yourself in front of everybody, Samey!" Amy berated before mocking Sammy. "Oh! I got the food and I'm the nice one. Blah blah blah!"

"Shut it, Amy!" I snapped, surprising both her and Sammy. "You shouldn't take credit for Sammy's work. And you shouldn't treat her like your slave."

"Ha, that's rich, coming from you, Samey 2.0."

Amy and I continued to glare at each other before we're interrupted by Rodney.

"Good afternoon, Samey. May I have a moment with Amy please?" Rodney asked in a loving voice.

"Rodney, you can have all of the moments with Amy," Sammy said as she and I walked away.

Amy then rejoined us as we readied our doom-balloons. We hid in the grass before we noticed Dave nearby. We missed him by our first three balloons but Sammy successfully hit him with one filled with itching powder, causing him to itch uncontrollably.

"Well done, Samey, you took out Dave!" Jasmine said as she approached us.

"Whoa! Loud cough of interruption," Amy butted and pushed Sammy to the ground. "I was the one who took Dave out, not Samey!"

"Jasmine and I can tell the difference. And Sammy's shot was a success," I butted back while Jasmine nodded.

"And since Samey and Sarah are the only ones with three balloons left. We should stick together. I spotted Shawn's hiding spot earlier. Follow me," Jasmine said as we headed over to a ledge to notice Shawn hiding in some bushes.

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"He's right below us," Jasmine said in a hushed tone.

Sammy handed over her last doom-balloon, "You take the shot, Jasmine. I don't wanna mess it up."

"And she would," Amy mused.

"You can do this, Samey. I know you can. Drop it right down on him."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Just don't let him feel your presence."

"Give me that! You'll miss it!" Amy grabbed the balloon.

"Amy! Stop messing about!" Jasmine said as she grabbed the balloon as well.

"It's mine!"

"No! Let go!"

"Guys, stop!" I said as a grabbed the balloon with my free hand. "Don't tug on it, it'll..."

The balloon then burst, covering the four of us in pink paint.

"...pop," I finished.

"NOOOO!" Jasmine screamed in defeat.

"Game over! Team Maskawk win the challenge!" Chris announced.

"Ugh! Way to go, Samey! You ruined everything! I'm telling!" Amy groaned in anger before running off.

"OKAY, THAT'S IT!!!!" I exclaimed as I threw my last two doom-balloons at Amy, covering her in bird poop and water.

"EWWWWW!!!!" Amy exclaimed in disgust.

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CONFESSIONAL TIME

πŸ™οΈ SARAH πŸ™οΈ

"She deserved my last two doom-balloons."

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"Tonight's winners' meal is Mary's Lamb Burger. That's Mary's Lamb Burger and Barbecue Emporium. Mary had a little lamb," Chris laughed. "Had."

Chef laughed along with him.

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Sammy and I decided to have a little private talk once the challenge ended.

"What are we gonna do now? It's gonna be 3 votes for Amy and 5 votes for you. Everyone else in our team is gullible enough to believe Amy," I said.

"Hmm..." Sammy pondered before she thought of something. "I got it."

We approached the same tree where Sammy found the manchineel fruit yesterday.

"I'm gonna let her eat this fruit and then convince everyone to vote her off," Samey replied.

"I like the way you think, girl," I said as we share a high five. We then head over to the cave Maskwak is residing and decided to rest there.

And right on cue, Amy grabbed the manchineel fruit from Sammy's hand.

"Gimme that! You don't deserve to eat. And I've talked to the rest of the team about how you lost us the challenge. Enjoy being cannon-fodder. See you at the elimination ceremony, Spare-my!" Amy said before turning to me. "And once I'm done with my sister here, you're gonna be the next one to be voted off, Spare-my 2.0!"

She entered the cave while munching on the poisonous fruit.

"So funny," she laughed.

"I sure hope she enjoys that little death apple. 'Cause it's gonna be her last meal here," I said sneakily.

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Our team headed to the campsite for our first elimination ceremony.

"All right, players. Those of you holding a marshmallow are safe, for now." Chris said with a laugh. Everyone except for Amy and Sammy had one.

"Amy, Samey, one of you is going home tonight. Amy, you seem more concerned with bossing Samey around than helping your team. And Samey, it was your balloon that cost your team the challenge. The sister heading home tonight is-"

Amy begins coughing and holding her throat.

"Oh, ignore her, she's just trying to get sympathy, aren't you Samey?" Sammy said as she patted her sister's back.

Amy kept trying to say that she is Amy and not Sammy but no one could understand her.

"Can't understand what you're saying Samey, and it really doesn't matter cause you've been voted off," Chris said.

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Amy was then loaded in the same cannon Beardo and Leonard were shot out of.

"Buh-bye, Samey. Have a nice flight home," Sammy said.

Amy tried to say something again, but all she could do was let out some gibberish.

"Wish I could understand. It sounds really important," Chris said.

I watched with satisfaction as she was shot out of the cannon and landed in the mattress-covered island.

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CONFESSIONAL TIME

πŸ™οΈ SARAH πŸ™οΈ

"Well, that's one way to handle your problems. I don't care because Amy's gone! Whoo!"

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