Throw the last two marshmallows at the people who are safe

Trent the guitar player looked confident, a small smile playing on his lips as he adjusted the strap of his guitar. Tyler, the jock, was shifting his weight from foot to foot, his muscles coiled like a spring, ready to bolt.

Harold stood perfectly still, his hands clasped in front of him, eyes fixed on the floor. He seemed to have accepted his fate.

Cody, however, was a different story. He was practically vibrating with rage, his face contorted in a snarl. "This is a joke," he spat, glaring at Chris. "You know it's a joke. They should be the ones going home," he said, pointing at Bridgette and Sierra.

Chris just laughed, a high, grating sound. "Oh, Cody. Always the entertainer. But the votes have been cast, and the people have spoken."

He paused, savoring the moment. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he sent a marshmallow sailing through the air. It landed right in front of Cody.

Cody's face went from rage to disbelief, then back to rage. He snatched the marshmallow, crushing it in his fist. "This is bullshit," he muttered, but he took his place on the other side of the stage. He couldn't believe he was almost voted out.

Chris threw the last marshmallow to Harold. Harold caught it, a look of pure, unadulterated relief washing over his face.

That left Tyler and Trent standing alone in the center of the stage. Chris looked from one to the other, a sadistic grin on his face. "Well, well, well. It seems that the jock and the musician have been voted off the island."

Tyler's jaw dropped. "What? But... I'm a jock! I'm supposed to be good at this stuff!"

Trent just shook his head, a look of resignation on his face. "I should have known," he said, his voice quiet. "I never should have hurt Gwen."

Chris just shrugged. "Rules are rules. Now, get off my island."

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