YOU WERE BOTH SURPRISED AND UNSURPRISED TO FIND OUT THAT COURTNEY HAD BEEN VOTED OFF THE BASS.
you were all woken by a loud plane roaring overhead, most likely holding chris.
everyone begrudgingly got ready. when you stepped outside, you bumped into romeo, who was holding multiple bags of marshmallows. you blinked and he chuffed. you grinned, fixing up his glasses, which were a bit lopsided. "did chris startle you?"
he just grunted.
"go into the cabin and eat your marshmallows" you went on your tip-toes to scratch his head before joining leshawna and the others, who no longer questioned your strange friendship with a bear.
"incoming!!" chris shouted.
"hit the deck!" geoff cried.
you all screamed as you sprinted away from the rapidly descending aircraft.
"yes! i can't wait to get my pilots license!" chris cheered, you gave him an incredulous look.
finally, chris landed. "just flexing your muscles for today's x-treme sports challenge!"
you groaned loudly, "not more sports"
"ugh. it's too early for this" gwen groaned.
"this week you'll participate in three challenges"
you groaned again.
"first up, x-treme sofa bed skydiving!"
confessionals on
[name] ; "does he have to shout into the megaphone every time he uses the words 'x-treme sports'?. also, what the hell is 'sofa bed skydiving'?"
confessionals off
"contestants will plummet.. uhh.. skydive to awaiting sofa bed target below"
you gaped slightly, especially as the example sofa bed's springs sprung loose.
chef demonstrated, only to get clasped in the bed as it refolded itself. everyone flinched.
his muffled wails of pain were not a good sign.
"of course, you'll be skydiving from five-thousand feet and using these" he tossed out some dodgy, torn parachute packs.
you could have passed out.
"our lucky contestants are.. trent and d.j!"
trent smirked, "sure. why not? you know what they say on black comb mountain, bro? best glimpse of heaven's on the way into hell. let's do this" he poked D.J.'
