She Refuses

“God no,” replied Natalie, “I’m not getting my kit off and I’m not getting any more of this stuff on me. I need a shower.”

“OK, then we’ll let you go and return to your seat, now boys? What about you? Are you going to chicken out as well?”

Almost in unison the two men got out of their tanks and started taking their clothes off. John was left in just a white pair of briefs that now had orange streaks down them, whereas Gary was in a pair of black boxers which with the milk dripping down him looked like he had gotten very excited.

“Say goodbye to your clothes,” Holly said as she threw them into the Destroyer, the audience cheered as the material was turns into scraps, “Whatever happens, you’re going to have fun going home, but let’s see if you get to go home £100 richer? We’ll keep the Rice Pudding tank and we’re going to bring out a tank of blue paint for you to choose from”

The guys climbed into their tanks, John figuring that the Rice Pudding was the safe option as the tank was designed not to release, whereas Gary went by the logic that they wouldn’t have the same winning tank twice so he hopped in the Paint tank. A few seconds went by and then John’s world went white. He was covered in the Rice pudding he felt the grains get in his underwear and all he wanted to do was rub and scratch himself but he had to hold back as he was on TV

“Definitely a second bad choice there John,” mocked Holly, “ Well done Gary, that’s £100 to you now we’ll let you go back to your seats”

Both guys squelched off to their seats knowing they would be sat in their underwear covered in muck for the next 2 hours.