Brittnay:(with a bag on her head) Fuck you, you assholes! Fucking let me go! Deandra:(with a bag on her head) Yeah! If this is for a surprise party, it is the wrong way to go about it!(Chloe and Zoe take their bags off. Deandra and Brittnay see Team France and gasp.) Brittnay: Oh, what the fuck?! Chloe & Zoe: 'Allo! Juliette: Bonjour ladies! I hope you're comfortable. Brittnay: Oh, I'm about as comfortable as a girl in a dungeon chained to a wall you psycho bitch! Now fucking let me go! Deandra: Yeah, and give me back my arm! This is not cool! Sofia: Actually, I think we will be keeping the arm. And keeping you! Juliette: Until the competition is over at least. Then we'll let you go. Chloe & Zoe:(giggle) May~be! Brittnay: Oh, you cuntbricks better not let me go! Because the minute I get out of these chains, I am going to fistfuck each of you to death with that fucking robot arm! Deandra: Or her own arm! Or with her own arm! Because that sounds pretty gross and that robot arm is quite expensive. Juliette: Don't worry, we will put it in a safe place. And we'll be bringing you back something very, how do you say, special. Brittnay: Fucking bring it on! You wanna cut me, burn me, strap me to a car battery? I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! Show me what you got, MOTHERFUCKEEEEER! Juliette: Today, we have... Pecan Pie! Deandra:(beat) What's that now? Sofia: Along with six buckets of fried chicken, forty-five bacon cheeseburgers, fifteen pounds of mashed potatoes with gravy, and eighteen baskets of french fries, also with gravy. Missing Models: Noooooo! Kim: We can't eat anymore! Tanner:(sobbing) I am working it! I am working it! Announcer Mark: And there's another sad crying photo from Team USA. Tanner:(still crying) I don't deserve to be happy! Announcer Carlo: This. Is. Depressing. This photo's got me thinking about my ex-wife. Announcer Mark: Hey! You got just as much of a right to those kids as she does. Announder Carlo: Hey, thanks man. (Meanwhile, in the dungeon...) Brittnay:(moans) God please, no more, I'm gonna explode. Deandra: Oh yeah, yeah, dip that one in a little more ranch! Sofia: ...Goddammit. Saison:(Canadian accent) No dad, you're the hoser! I'll see you later, eh. (she sees Sofia leave through a wall passage, then looks through a grate and gasps) Oh no, Brittnay!