Help your team the screaming Gopher's

You sit down with Gwen, Lindsay, Leshawna, Beth, Cody, and Scarlett to finish the bike. The other team Bridgett, Owen, Izzy, Ava, Harold, and Serra are doing poorly. Harold still hasn't recovered from the sight of Sierra's breast. He's currently staring blankly at a pile of nuts and bolts, muttering something about "structural integrity" and "parabolic curves."

Owen, meanwhile, has managed to get himself stuck inside a tire, his legs flailing uselessly in the air. Izzy is trying to get him out by hitting the tire with a large rock, much to everyone else's horror.

But your team is a well-oiled machine. Leshawna, using her surprising strength, is tightening the bolts on the frame. Scarlett, with her usual detached efficiency, is calibrating the brakes. Beth, ever the peacemaker, is handing out water bottles and encouraging words. Lindsay is... well, Lindsay is trying to polish the handlebars with a leaf, but at least she's out of the way. Cody is trying to fix the chain while you keep an eye on Gwen.

"Okay, listen up," you say, your voice taking on a no-nonsense tone. "We need to pick a racer. Who's it gonna be?"

Leshawna immediately volunteers. "I'll do it. I'm strong, I've got good balance, and I'm not afraid to get a little dirty."

Cody, who has a massive crush on Gwen, immediately pipes up. "Gwen should do it! She's all... alternative and stuff. She probably knows how to ride a fixie or something."

Gwen looks horrified. "No way. I'm not racing that... thing. It looks like it's held together with hope and rust. Why not you Chad? You are a total leader and junk."'

You reassure her and try to manipulate her into riding the bike. Heather fully in your mind. "Don't worry. I would never let anything happen to you. I got your back." Your words drip with sincerity, a masterful performance. "Besides," you add, a small smile playing on your lips, "think of the look on Heather's face when you win. She'll be so jealous she won't know what to do with herself."

That's the hook. The idea of besting Heather is too tempting for Gwen to resist. A slow smile spreads across her face, her eyes lighting up with a mischievous gleam.

"Okay," she says, her voice firm. "I'll do it."

You can barely contain your glee. The plan is falling into place perfectly. Gwen will race. And with a little help from you, she will lose. The stage is set for a humiliating defeat, a public spectacle that will crush her spirit and cement your dominance.

"Great choice, Chad," Leshawna says, clapping you on the back. "Gwen you got this. I have to admit I was a bit scared to ride this bike through."

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