Jeff Probst brings us to sum totem poles on da watah, and da challenge is ta jump around on dem as dey sink and avoid fallin. I think, I got dis in da bag, cuz dat white bitch Goth Cunt can't bounce like me.
Da challenge stahts, and I'm shakin mo den ma gurl Vecepia was when she had ta pick a rock at da Final Fo. Da poles staht shakin, and I pray to Jesus, Jesus please, let me win dis challenge. I have bin good ta you, Goth Cunt hasn't.
And den it happened... ma legs were shakin so much dat I didn't realize ma pole was, too. I catch a glimpse of G.C.'s eyes, red as Snooty Sarah when she layed in da sun fo too long, as I fall to my doom.
Goth Cunt had won, and it took me a few moments ta rememba dat I couldn't swim. I sank like Lexi Snoofle when her town was testin ta see if she was a witch. It all went black...
I wake up in a hospital. Nurse Shawk Skin is tendin ta ma wounds. "It's gonna be okay, White Eel (as dey called me on Poptropica). Goth Cunt may have won but you have been invited back fo all stars..."
I shriek like Deidre Shores, befo Shawk bites ma arm off.
