CBT ReTwo - Scene 4

''[The contestants enter the torture room, where they are greeted by the smell of Mothballs, Dust, and dread. One of them will be eliminated.]''

Paper Lantern: M-me very worry. Me not want eliminated.

Paperclip Snake: Relax, PL! I'm sure the voters wouldn't want you gone.

Paper Lantern: T-thank you, Snake!

Paperclip Snake: No problem. Also, if you want to start speaking Chinese, go ahead. I don't believe anyone would mind.

Paper Lantern: W-what? Me speak Chinese? No thanks, Snake. Me try to get better at speak Engish.

Paperclip Snake: Are you sure? I just want you to b-

Octagon: She said she wants to improve her English. If she speaks Chinese, she does not improve English. It is not very hard to understand.

Paperclip Snake: I just want her to be comfortable.

Octagon: Then do not force a decision on her. What are you, her father?

Paper Lantern: Thank you, Octagon, but me can take care on my own.

Octagon: Whatever.

[Clinko clears his throat.]

Clinko: Contestants! Enough chitter-chatter, it's time for the elimination!

[The contestants sit anxiously, except for Daisy Flower, who's currently meditating.]

Yoyle Book: ...What are you doin'?

Daisy Flower: I'm focusing on my aura, man... As long as I focus on that, I'm sure to be fine...

Yoyle Book: ...What's an aura?

[Clinko clears his throat again, alerting the contestants.]

Clinko: When a contestant gets the most votes, they will be eliminated and sent to the Torture Chamber.

Cat Bell: T-the torture chamber? What's that?

Clinko: Exactly what it seems like. A chamber where you get tortured by my personal Executioner, Lyndon.

Octagon: I am fairly certain that's illegal.

Clinko: Oh, shush. What do YOU know about the Legal System?

Octagon: My mother is a lawyer.

Clinko: Yeah, right. And the Clinko-Boy™ wasn't a failure.

Beehive: But it still feels wrong to torture people just for losing a show! Can't they just...get a stern talking too?

Clinko: Beehive, have you forgotten who runs this show?

Beehive: B-but--

Clinko: Carl?

[A chicken intern wearing glasses runs inside.]

Carl: Y-yes, Mr. Clinko?

Clinko: Tell Clark to make another Advertising Campaign to denounce Beehive. Oh, and give me a prize for the contestants.

Carl: Right away, Mr. Clinko!!

[Carl gives Clinko a barrel full of Dragonfruit, and runs off.]

Clinko: God, what a dork. Whatever. Let's see who's safe.

[Clinko pulls out a TV screen.] 

Clinko: Safe with 0 votes are...Yoyle Book and Cat Bell!

[Clinko throws some Dragonfruit at YB and CB.]

Cat Bell: Yay!

Yoyle Book: Yoy!...le cake.

Cat Bell: ...That's lame, nya.

Yoyle Book: I say it all the time with my folks.

Clinko: Moving on...Paper Lantern AND Paperclip Snake are safe with 1.

''[Clinko throws more Dragonfruit. Paper Lantern catches it while Paperclip Snake is knocked away.]''

Paper Lantern: Me love Dragonfruit! It rather tart but it better when grill on a kebab.

Paperclip Snake: Yeah. Love.

Clinko: Even though she clearly doesn't deserve it...Beehive is safe with 4.

Beehive: Well, that's good.

...

Beehive: Don't I get a Dragonfruit?

Clinko: No, but you get to feel good about being safe.

Beehive: ...Darn.

[The TV screen displays both Octagon and Daisy Flower.]

Clinko: And so leaves the Hippie and the Thinker. Honestly, you both could go and I'd feel the same way.

Octagon: Hey!

Daisy Flower: Mmmm...Just focus on the aura, Daisy... Don't let it get below Yellow...

''[The screen counts the votes... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.....]''

Octagon: Get on with it!

Clinko: Hold on.

''[The screen reaches the final vote count. Octagon is eliminated with 7 votes and Daisy Flower is safe with 6. Clinko throws the Dragonfruit at her.]''

Daisy Flower: Thank goodness, man... That was really close...

Octagon: What?! First eliminated?! This is an outrage!

Clinko: If it makes you feel better, I can give you this Dragonfruit.

Octagon: No! I am calling my mother! She will sue you over this, you piece of Poultry!

Clinko: ...

''[Clinko presses a button. Octagon's chair falls from under a trap door.]''

Clinko: I've been called worse.

[Clinko presses the button again, closing the trapdoor.]