Devil's Love

If You Can't Take the Heat...: Part 2

*Last time on TDI*

"Girl, let me handle the appetizers. I know how to make a pineapple chutney that would melt the socks off the devil." LeShawna said with pride. "Oh. Well, that's so great, but since I'm head chef, we're going to stick to my plan, and my plan is pineapples with sticks through them. Got it?!" Heather got up in LeShawna's face until Bree said, "Ew! Your breath is bad enough to knock a buzzard off a gut wagon." Heather glared at Bree, but she didn't say anything.

Meanwhile, Harold was in the guy's side of the cabin looking for a clean pair of gitch. "Shirt, shirt, shirt. Looks like it's your time to shine." Harold said as he held a tiny red man thong.

Geoff was tasting the spaghetti noodles with a soup spoon while Bridgette stared at the party boy longingly. Geoff puts the spoon back in the pot, and he whistles while past Bridgette. "I think he digs you," DJ said to her. "Maybe he is kind of cute," Bridgette said back, and DJ dashed over to Geoff when she wasn't looking and gave him a thumbs-up before he pushed Geoff next to Bridgette. "You know, you look good when you're cooking dinner, kind of like my friend Evan's hot mom," Geoff said without thinking. "Excuse me!" Bridgette said in disbelief. Saving his friend from fucking up again, DJ says, "Chef, uh, why don't you go get us some more tomatoes, dude."

"Sure thing, bud. Later Bridge." Geoff walks off, and Bridgette shakes her head. Trent smiled at Gwen as he put sauce on the ribs until Owen came back covered in bee stings with a box of oranges in his hands. "It's okay, everyone, I'm back. Trent heads up." The big guy threw the heavy container of oranges at him, and it hit him in the head. 'Owen, you dumb ass!' Bree thought angrily.

<Confessionals>

Heather: Things are going perfectly except for Owen's hornet stings and Trent's concussion, which means he's out of today's challenge, but still, this challenge is ours.

Bree: I can't believe Owen threw a heavy box of oranges at Trent. Does the guy have any common sense?

<End of Confessionals>

Duncan was busy kneading the dough until Courtney snobbishly said, "Careful, your big paws don't mash the pastry." He looks at the bratty girl and says, "Careful, your uptight butt doesn't curdle the custard." She looks at him and says, "Oh, hahaha." Then Courtney saw Harold wearing a tiny little man thong. "Okay, who took all my shorts?" Geoff and DJ snickered and laughed. Chris soon walked in, and when he saw what the red-haired boy was wearing, he shuddered.

"Three hours and counting, guys," Chris said to the teams. Beth was chopping pineapples, but she stopped when she heard Heather say, "These slices are uneven; switch places with LeShawna." Heather said to Beth. "What are you talking about? They look fine to me." LeShawna defended Beth, and that made the mean girl mad. "Um, I didn't get to be ahead chef because of poor presentation," Heather said. "No, you got to be head chef because you called it. And who do you think you're fooling with this crispy white apron power trip you are on!" LeShawna yelled.

Both teams stopped what they were doing and watched the yelling match between LeShawna and Heather. "Are you gonna be a team player or not?!" Heather yelled back. "I'm a team player, but I'm also allergic to pineapples!" LeShawna roars as her arms start breaking out."Just get slicing now," Heather ordered. "What's the number one rule about being in the kitchen, Heather?" Bree innocently asked. "Do everything right," Heather replied. "You don't piss off the cooks," Bree said, holding a big cooking knife in her hand. Heather gulped and moved to the other side of the room to get far away from Bree. "Thank you," LeShawna said to Bree. "No problem," Bree said as she sliced pineapples.

"Why don't you go help Lindsay and Gwen with the cake? I would be more than happy to cover for you." LeShawna's eyes widened in surprise, and she asked, "For real?" Bree nodded, and LeShawna happily went to help Lindsay and Gwen with the cake."That was nice of you. I thought that you were still mad at us." Beth commented. "What's the point in being mad at you guys forever?" Bree said quietly, and Beth didn't say anything. Harold was cutting cheese while wearing a red thong. "Dude, you gotta put some clothes on, man. It's unsanitary to cook in something that small." Geoff snickers.