User blog:Bocaj910/Bocaj's Halloween Blog: A Furthur Look Into His Future Works, Including A Tentative Thanksgiving Special

Hahaha! Vello veveryone! Vi'm vlad vat vall vof vu vave vevided vu vome! (Hahaha! Hello everyone! I'm glad that all of you have decided to come!) Vocaj vere, vust vovouncing vat vi'm voing vu ve viving vu va vexvended vevriew vof VTVDVL, Va Vovel. (Bocaj here, just announcing that I'm going to be giving you a extended preview of TDL, The Novel)


 * Voughs... I mean... Coughs*

Um, sorry about that. I sort of have an accent today.

Anyway... Yeah. Total Drama Lost, The Novel is still in progress, but I'm afraid it's running slowly, as of now, only. I promise to work on other projects to make up for my extended TDL hiatus, such as Death and Roses, The Last One, a still tentative Total Drama Everything (Fanny, I'm truly sorry), and another project I plan to finish... The Thanksgiving Wikia Special! For this story, I plan to throw a feast at my house, all users invited, but there's a problem... Someone isn't who they say they are. *Laughs evilly* But it isn't me. You'll just have to wait and see...

(I just really want to apologize guys... Please don't give up on me. As my writing improves, I keep on hating the old versions, so I do them over. But I promise, no more do-overs. And also, no more hiatuses... Once I get off the one I'm on)

And now... An extended look at TDL, The Novel!

(Please excuse any possible typos or grammar errors. It's still a rough-draft...)

Prologue - A New Show In the very early Summer of 2009, Christian Jeffory Probstice McLindin, or, as the modern celebrity social group calls the middle-aged man, Chris McLean, stood on an old, creaky, and oddly, quite stinky dock (That he would name the Dock of Shame when the year came that Total Drama, his newest television series, became a scripted show due to the low amount of ratings the show would receive). Chris' teeth were so white when he smiled that the top-right corner of the whiteness actually shined, though it was just an animation added by the producers to produce comedy (A small 'ding' sound effect played when this happened).

The C-Listed actor (Also actress in some odd, creepy cases) and reality show host was excited to finally have another show to his own, after two years of a has-been celebrity status. After legally changing his name from Jeff Probst to Christian J.P. McLindin, he was more confident that his name would be considered catchy, as the self-absorbed host thinks that all stars have to have a catchy name, or else it just wouldn't work out for them. Jeff Probst was an okay name, he thought, but Chris McLean is rockin'. His mother was completely opposed to the idea of legally changing his name, but Chris never was very considerate of his mother's opinion. His father though, understood, being very similar to his son (e.g. Sadistic, handsome, greedy, etc), which was one of many reasons why Chris' mother divorced his father.

Chris had chosen a small island near Hawaii, America, as the location of the program, because of the beautiful views, the beautiful women in then nearby aforementioned islands, and the nice weather. God it's hot, Chris had thought when arriving at the island. He had finally chosen his contestants only a couple of days ago, and he's hoping and praying (Although not a very religious man, he prayed for such selfish things) that these twenty "newbies" new to competing on reality television will do great in reconciling his career. Chris then explained the rules of the show to the audience at home, but he tried his best to rush through the usual boring prologue. Chris knew that the audience wanted the show to get down to business, and he wasn't just about to let them down.

After the short introduction to what the show was going to be about, and what it was going to promise in comedy, drama, and suspense, Chris finally announced the name of the show, trying to make this small portion of the dialogue as dramatic as possible. "And it all happens right here, on TV's hottest new reality-show, Total... Drama... Lost!"

For the viewers, the theme song, sung by Voodoo Highway and named I Wanna Be Famous, was played. The song was catchy, but not particularly what Chris expected to be a hit, though, he dreamed that it would be (Of course, it was just a dream). Chris sat down a wooden, white lawn chair, while one of his assistants handed him a bottle of water. Chris quickly asked, gasping for air (He had said the beginning dialogue very, very quickly), "Was that good?" Chris then unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and drank what seemed to be two inches of the container. It was very hot outside, with no cloud in sight of the blue-sky.

The cameraman, who had already put away the camera at the end of the scene, nodded, walking over to Chris and his assistant, who wore a chef-like uniform, resembling a stereotypical criminal, and a strict army soldier. "Yeah, sure," the cameraman said. He wasn't telling the truth, but he didn't want to get in trouble with his boss. He wanted to say, "Yeah, you did fine; the only mistake in the scene was you."

Chris' assistant stood there in Chris' peripheral sight, with his large, muscular arms crossed, glancing at both the cameraman and Chris, his old friend. Chris' assistant, Marien Hatchet (He hated his name, finding it feminine, so he just was just going to go by the name of Mr. Hatchet, as usual), knew Chris in High School. After graduation, they drifted apart, but, thanks to the now barren wasteland that is Myspace, he and Chris became good ol' pals again.

Chris smirked, after hearing his cameraman's answer. He didn't expect a no; he knew anything with him in it was awesome. "Good. What did you think, Mary?" Chris would often mock Mr. Hatchet about his name, though the only reason for such rude behavior was so he could just feel better about himself.

Chef grimaced at Chris, full of anger, and hurt. He went through all kinds of bullying in school, such as racism and getting beat-up, and he was reminded of all those awful, painful memories whenever Chris or anyone else would talk about him. Chef had become so strong in muscle, because he wanted payback on the ones who made fun of him, and hurt him (Both physically and mentally).

"At least I didn't change my name," Chef boldly, and smoothly replied.

Chris glared at Chef, and he was not expecting that idiotic reply. He didn't say anything else, though, until the contestants had finally arrived.

'''Chapter One - The End... Of The Beginning'''

The boat carrying all twenty contestants arrived around five minutes after the previous scene. Chris motioned for the cameraman to begin filming, and he did as told, as soon as Mr. Hatchet escaped from the sight of the camera. Chris then began the scene, saying, "Welcome back to Total Drama Lost! The contestants have no idea what's in store for them this summer, and I'll just say this; if they knew what I had planned, they wouldn't had joined." Chris laughed, for he had some awfully painful, death-defying, and possibly, traumatizing ideas speculating in his egotistical mind. "Now, time to meet the cast."

When the luxurious boat arrived, Chris motioned for the first contestant to step off. The first contestant was very muscular and broad, and had a glum expression on his face. His name was Eli, so the viewers and Chris thought, but he had a dark secret, and his name was a part of it... Chris wasn't the only one going under a different name.

"Dude, welcome to the show!" Chris exclaimed, though he couldn't be as happy as he seemed to see these teens. This dude's got a tiny head... Totally doesn't fit the rest of his body, Chris thought.

Eli glanced at Chris with an even sadder expression, as if he had heard Chris' thoughts, and then he walked away from Chris. Eli looked directly at the camera, and looked away, with a nervous, slightly worried expression on his face. Can they tell who I am?, Eli thought, hopeful the answer to his thoughts was 'no'. ''No way. I changed everything about my look... Is my head going to give me away? ''

The next contestant to arrive was slightly over-weight, with a huge smile on his face, revealing his yellow-teeth. "A tentative fan-favorite... or the opposite," Chris introduced him, sure of the viewers' mixed opinions. Chris secretly hated this contestant in particular, finding him annoying, very, very annoying. Though he wanted him on the show, for he'd help the ratings.

I still can't believe I'm going to be on TV, Jordin thought. I know just how to get that fan-favorite status --- be hilarious. Jordin screamed, "Yeah!" so loudly that Eli turned in his direction, with a very annoyed expression on his face.

I already hate this guy, both Chris and Eli thought. Chris fought for a smile, and one came out... A very unconvincing one. Jordin didn't notice, though. "Hey, Jor---" Jordin interrupted Chris with a very tight hug.

Jordin pondered whether or not he should take his shirt off like a character he knows from an old preteen show he used to watch and enjoy, but he decided not to, fearing embarrassment.

"Dude, no hugs," Chris said, just as Jordin released his embrace. And now I rue bringing him to the show, Chris thought, rubbing his now aching back. He was aging, and as he got older, his body became much more delicate.

Jordin gave an unobtrusive look of embarrassment; if he wanted to be the hilarious fan-favorite, he needed to be passionate about his strange persona, not embarrassed.

"Sorry, this is just so awesome!" Jordin shouted, causing Chris to cover his ears. To hell with embarrassment, this is going to be so funny to the audience, Jordin thought, making up his mind about an act he was about to do.

All of the sudden, Jordin attempted to rip off his shirt. He didn't make much progress this way, so he decided to do it the normal way. He took off his shirt, shouting, "Woo!", and swinging his shirt around in the air. Yes, this sure going to be funny for everyone at home, for even Chris and Eli fought a smile.

The next contestant to arrive was very short, and had a classic 40s look to him. I see a lot of myself in this guy, Chris thought, except this guy's got less hair-jail, and I'm a lot less-shorter.

Leroy, his name was, pointed his fore-fingers at Chris, and said, "Eh!" Quite the classic greeting.

Chris mirrored this greeting, while Jordin was trying to talk to Eli, with little success.

Jordin walked over to Eli. Jordin expected Eli to be more of the stereotypical jock persona, judging by his appearance, but he wasn't even close. Eli found Jordin very annoying already, due to his strange introduction to the show.

"Hey dude. What's your name?" Jordin asked.

"Eli." Eli didn't feel like talking, but he didn't want to be on everybody's bad-side either.

Jordin immediately noticed Eli's depressive tone, and stepped away. He usually didn't like people of Eli's supposed clique.

"Oh, I'm Jordin." Jordin was already curious what was saddening this Eli character, but even if he did ask, he didn't expect an answer.

Eli was disgusted by Jordin's shirtless body. ''So pale... so flappy... so oddly tempting to poke. It's disgusting, that's what it is''. "Please put your shirt on," Eli said, pondering whether or not this would insult Jordin; it should, and it did.

Jordin looked at Eli, who was staring back with those eerie, brown eyes, and then looked at his bare-chest. He put his shirt on, secretly embarrassed. He regretted doing this. He never took off his shirt in public, for he was self-conscious about his weight and pale skin-tone.

After a couple moments of awkward silence between the two polar-opposites, another completely different personality walked towards the two adolescents. Ha, this guy's short, both Jordin and Eli thought in unison. He's almost as short as Sambo, Jordin thought alone.

Leroy grimaced at Eli, who worked up a smile, obviously laughing inside from Leroy's small body. It was very unusual for Eli to laugh, so Leroy must of been a comedic sight to see! Leroy stood next to Jordin, speculating an idea he had.

The next contestant was more then likely familiar to some of the audience. Jordin himself was pondering on where or if he's seen this girl before. This girl's name was Charlene, who is the sister of Charlote, a fan-favorite from a now concluded reality show Endurance. Charlene was wearing Charlote's clothes, which, along with the familiar body and facial structure to her sister, was the reason Jordin was now having Deja Vu.

Charlene forced a smile as Chris introduced her. She never liked this guy, at all. Thank God he didn't mention Charlote, Charlene thought. For a second there I thought---

"... And guess who Charlene's related to? Charlote, the unison body chick from Endurance," Chris said with a large grin. He thought that if a fan-favorite's sister wasn't going to increase the ratings, he didn't know what would... other then real celebrities, hilarious people, shocking twists, and the fan-favorite herself. This show would have all of that, though, and Chris was more then excited for the money he'd get from the show.

"Oh, that's where I know you from!" Jordin said, smiling as he fast-walked over to Charlene, as if she would run away, never giving him a chance to have a conversation with her. "Your sister was hilarious!" Jordin scrutinized her more, as if he was double-checking Charlene to make sure she was really related to Charlote. "Are you wearing her clothes? You look just like her with it on!"

Charlene looked at her garb, embarrassed by her sister's fan. She had gone through this quite often in school, starting when Endurance first aired. "Yeah, I'm wearing her clothes," she mumbled. "My mom says it would bring good luck. Although she was the first one eliminated, so I don't know what she means by good luck.

"I believe you meant to say: ' "I don't know what she meant by good luck." ' ," said a moderately deep voice, while the sound of footsteps approached. This was the next contestant talking, no doubt.

"I know what that unnecessary grammar correction means!" Jordin exclaimed gleefully, turning his head away from Charlene and facing Sambo, his best-friend. Sambo and Jordin were the only two that knew each other before the filming of the show. They met in Kindergarten, and have been "BFFs" since. Chris let these two join together because of their hilarious audition, where Jordin spoke ecstatically and Sambo corrected him when Jordin spoke improper English. Sambo wasn't actually this much of a perfectionist, although he would correct others from time to time. Alike Jordin, Sambo was doing this in hopes of the fan-favorite status.

"Hey Jordin!" Sambo hadn't seen Jordin in a while, since the contestants were all put in separate rooms in the boat, each isolated from each other, so the little jittery guy was excited to see his friend again. "Well, the show will be starting soon, so let us talk strategy!"

"You forgot 'about'," Jordin informed, laughing a little.

"Really? I guess that's what I get for watching so much TV, where no one cares about grammar." Sambo laughed, and then continued his joke. "Well, the show will be starting soon, so let us talk about strategy!" Sambo corrected.

Jordin and Sambo continued to laugh as they continued their exchange of jokes, most of them corny and common. Jordin was the only one who could come up with original jokes, but they never really were as funny as these two were letting on.

After Jordin went to talk to some short guy, who Chris stated was named Sambo (Charlene found this name very, very weird), Charlene looked around the dock for anyone else. Standing a couple of feet away from Charlene was some guy wearing clothes that she thought resembled Fonzy, or whatever (she thought she remembered the name and clothes correctly, thought she was skeptical). At the opposite end of the moldy dock there stood a tall, very buff adolescent boy with a small head. He had a depressing look to him, and Charlene felt sympathy for him immediately, despite not knowing him or even if something was wrong with him. Charlene always cared for others deeply, feeling sorry for nearly every other human who has troubles. Charlene approached him, hoping that she'd make his supposed depression fade.

Although Eli wasn't as confident in revealing his problems as Charlene was.

"Hi," Charlene had begun, with a cheerful smile in her face. Happiness is contagious, she had always thought, ''so shouldn't smiles be contagious as well? ''

But Eli didn't smile. "Hey," he replied abstractedly, as if he were talking to the water rather then Charlene.

Charlene was going to get him talking. She had to. She couldn't stand seeing sad faces. "Is something wrong?"

Like Eli would answer that question with a yes. ''This again? ''Eli thought, annoyed. ''I'll never tell her. I'll never tell anyone. Besides, I'm on camera. ''Eli hid his annoyed expression by turning his head completely away from the black-haired girl, staring at the beach and mountains. He was back at his home, Hawaii... But he wasn't on the island he had lived on. If he had known the show would take place in Hawaii, he wouldn't had joined. All he remembered reading in the contract was that it took place on an island. This was an island of few inhabitants, and he knew none of them, which was good. Even if they did, would they realize who he was? He did change his look, but---

"Hello? Did you hear me?"

Eli suddenly remembered the girl and her question. He had been too engaged in the worried thought of some policeman recognizing him: James Murassy, murderer, son, brother---

"I asked you if there was something wrong. Is there?" Charlene was growing a little impatient now. She hated waiting, but she tried not to seem like it when she spoke. Her tone did come out a tad bit stern, though.

"I'm fine," Eli finally said. Obviously he was lying, and Charlene could tell. "Just a little tired."

Eli was facing Charlene now. Charlene didn't find him very attractive, but this wasn't a mutual feeling. Eli was attracted to this kind of girl: the depressive-like look. Although the vigilante knew only too well that relationship between the two of them wouldn't work out.

"Oh, okay," Charlene retorted. But it wasn't okay. Someone was sad, and she wanted them happy. Despite her need for a happy atmosphere, she left Eli alone.

As Eli stood there, every now and then glancing awkwardly at Charlene unobtrusively, he finally realized he had developed a crush on the caring loner, as his glances became more and more redundant. Was this love at first sight? Eli pondered in his mind. Eli quickly shook of the idea. He just found Charlene attractive, was all, nothing more.

When Sambo and Jordin finished their exchange of unfunny jokes, they walked past their new boss of sorts and stopped right beside Leroy: "The short 40s guy", Sambo had recently labeled him.

Leroy already was questioning the idea of offering the two boys an alliance. While alliances seemed to be a good thing this early in the game, they sometimes can be the opposite. Alliance means threat, Leroy thought, and it's too early in the game to be posed as a threat. Yes, Leroy would offer these two bozos an alliance, for they seemed persuadable enough to trick, but not right now. It's best to let everyone else hate each other at the beginning, and then get the alliance to vote off the disliked, was Leroy's tentatively ingenious strategy.

"Hey, dude. What's your name?" Jordin asked. "I'm Jordin. Me and Sambo here already know each other, if you couldn't tell."

Leroy turned to see both the short guy and the fatty looking at him, patiently awaiting his answer. Leroy had to make a good first impression. These two remember everything negative said to them. Everything. "I'm Leroy. Nice to meet you, or whatever."

"Leroy huh? That's a different kind of name --- kind of old-timey," Jordin said. "No offense."

"None taken." Leroy paused, wondering if the question he was thinking would be offensive. If it was, Leroy would have to find some other candidates for his future alliance. "I don't mean to be rude, but don'tcha think Sambo's kind of a" --- at this moment, Leroy spoke with a slight laugh --- "cat name?"

Sambo laughed. Leroy was secretly pleased that he found this comment humorous. He made a good first impression, exactly what he needed for the alliance. "Yeah, it kinda is a silly name," Sambo agreed. "My name's actually Bo. I go by Sambo just because it's sort of a nickname of mine."

Leroy nodded. So his parents didn't purposely make his life full of mocking by naming him that, he thought randomly.

The next contestant walked off the boat at this moment. The awkward looking girl smiled at Chris and all the other contestants. Danielle was excited for the show, knowing that it would be an awesome experience no matter how far she made it... but, of course, she wanted to win. Unbeknown to everyone, excluding Chris, she was secretly the champion of a similar reality show by the name of "Camp TV" that aired nearly two years ago. Danielle was rewarded $100,000 for being victorious, which is exactly why she isn't planning on telling anyone her secret. Alike Eli, she changed her appearance (Supposedly the reason why she looks so awkward).

When Chris introduced her, Danielle said to the homo-sapient, "Hey Chris!" A plain greeting, no doubt.

Chris unobtrusively took a few paces toward Danielle, and then whispered, "Hey, thanks for joining the show. I've informed the media about who you really are, and from what I've heard, you're really going to improve the ratings."

Danielle smirked, and then walked towards Leroy, Sambo, and Jordin, with a monotone expression. Danielle was going to play the strategic game this time around, instead of her old Mary Sue strategy.

And so started her plan. "Hey you guys," she said, with a hint of confidence in her voice.

"Hey," Sambo replied. "My name's Sambo."

Danielle couldn't help but laugh. She felt bad immediately, fearing the possibility of hurting his feelings. "Sorry. I didn't mean to laugh."

"It's okay. It's just a nickname of mine."

Jordin turned to face the two. "He got it from "Shambo". You know, that woman from Survivor."

"Oh yeah," Danielle remembered, chuckling. "I remember her."

Danielle was planning an alliance, and these two seemed like good choices. Whenever they were alone, she'd give the offer.

Leroy strolled over to Danielle, and introduced himself, trying to swoon her by his tone of voice, "Hey Danny-elle. I'm Leroy."

Danielle wasn't affected by his voice, but rather his height. Alike with Sambo, she felt bad when laughing, but she couldn't help it. ''How could such an attractive face have such a pathetic size? ''Danielle asked herself internally.

''Seriously? Danny-elle? This guy's got no game whatsoever'', Chris thought. ''And to think I thought he reminded me of me. ''

Leroy glared at Danielle, who felt even worse when seeing his expression, and walked to a secluded part of the dock, his eyes showing hurt.

Every time, Leroy thought. Will anyone here take me seriously?

The next contestant was reluctant to step out into the sunlight, due to being Albino. After complaining to one of the cameraman, he was handed a velvet umbrella, and pushed out of the boat, landing in the water. "This kid's a walking accident," the cameraman quietly said to himself. Sambo, Jordin, and Chris laughed at this, while Eli, Danielle, and Leroy silently chuckled to themselves.

The pale boy swam over to the beach, and slowly stomped over to the dock. Danielle walked over to him with concern. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," the boy answered, dripping water.

"Can you get him a towel Chris?" Danielle said this in a louder volume, for Chris wasn't very close to her.

"Naw. You're stuck on an island, remember? Do with what you've got." Chris snickered, as Danielle glared at him.

Danielle noticed Chet's umbrella, which was also soaked. "What's that umbrella for?"

"I'm Albino. I'm going to use this to block the sun."

''Why would an Albino join a show that takes place in Hawaii? I mean, like, seriously? ''Danielle thought. Danielle was about to ask, but she stopped herself, fearing the question would be rude. "What's your name?" Danielle asked instead.

"Chet. And no, I didn't just cuss," Chet joked.

Danielle chuckled. "Good one," she said.

"Kori, I miss you so much!" Kori's sister shouted over the phone. "You're missing so much drama! You wouldn't believe who got knocked-up this time --- mom! I know, like, OMG!"

Kori's eyes grew wide in shock. "What!? Are you cereal!?" Kori quickly calmed down. "Now mom has to lose all that baby fat again. Sarah, who is the ---" The cameraman grabbed Kori's cell-phone, disgusted and annoyed. "Hey! Give that back!"

"You can have it back after the show," the cameraman said, putting the bedazzled phone in his back-pocket. Kori angrily stomped out of the boat. Immature *****, the cameraman thought, irritated.

Kori scrutinized each and every person on the dock, including the cameraman. ''Ew, did that guy seriously just pick at his belly-button lint? ''Kori thought, when looking at Jordin in disgust. Wow, that guy's so short his mom probably thought the baby was cut in half when he came out, Kori continued, looking at Sambo. Same with Happy Days over there, Leroy was standing alone, arms crossed, looking tiny. What's up with awkward girl standing over there, she thought, now judging Danielle and Chet, ''and why does that pale kid got an umbrella? And why is he so soaked? ''Kori then glanced at Eli, who was standing with Charlene, but not interacting with her. ''That is one small head for such a huge hunky chunky body. And what is up with black-haired girl's clothes? ''Kori paused in thought, anti-starstrucked. OMG, I can't believe they chose him ''for the show. Jeffory Probst is soooooooo 1997''. Kori wasn't aware of Chris' name-change. She was too busy watching any other celebrity gossip when this happened.

Kori introduced herself by glaring at each and every contestant, as well as Chris. "Hi everyone. My name's Kori." Kori walked over to Leroy, who gave her a slight glance for a greeting. Kori thought he was rude, and she liked it --- but not him. "Hey shorty."

Leroy rolled his eyes. "Every time," he murmured.

Kori heard this side-comment. "Hey, I know how you feel. I'm short too."

Leroy turned towards her. "I know, I saw you."

"Ha ha," Kori replied, monotonously. Kori paused. Like many others on this show, she wanted alliances, and this guy seemed gullible enough for her, if not, desperate. "Hey... what's your name?" she asked.

"Blomsoviet."

"Blomsobeit?" Kori snickered. "Funny name. Now tell me your real one," she ordered, unconvinced.

"Leroy."

"Hm." Kori looked over Leroy again. "Of course. Anybody call you Fonzy?"

Leroy laughed. This question was commonly asked. "Yeah, sometimes."

"Okay, Fonzy... wanna be in an alliance?"

This caught Leroy off guard. He was going to offer her the same thing. "Uh... sure."

"Good." Kori smirked a confident smile. Too easy, Kori thought. Kori looked over Leroy again. ''Whoa, this guy's kinda hot. Kinda. In a short kinda why. Kindo. Orange you glad I didn't say 'kinda''', Kori internally joked to herself, with a smirk on her face.

Whoa, this girl's sorta hot, Leroy thought, glancing at Kori at the corner of his eye. And she's sorta short too. Banana. Orange you glad I didn't say sorta?

The next contestant stepped off the boat moments later. "Everyone welcome Jodi, one of our more normal contestants," Chris introduced. Jodi looked away shyly. "Hey Jodi," Chris said.

"Hi," Jodi mumbled quietly. She was feeling very nervous. "Thanks for letting me on the show... I'm not really the TV-show type though. Why did you even choose me?"

"Hmmmm, I'm not sure why," Chris admitted. "All I know is that my producers said you would help the audience feel the emotion of sympathy, whatever that is, and sympathy apparently leads to ratings." Chris turned toward the camera. "We're cropping this part out. I don't want people thinking I'm mean. Instead, show this." Chris all of the sudden put on a fake grin, and said, "You were a great pick for the show, Jodi. I knew you were meant for television as soon as I saw that average-looking face."

Jodi was insulted. ''That's what he calls nice? ''Jodi thought, glaring at Chris. But then her expression turned glum. ''But he's right... I'm boring, and depressive, and ugly.''

Chris turned toward the camera. "We have to take a commercial break. We'll be right back. But while you're waiting, you can get a special preview at my new movie, "Dear Chrisis Aweso Me". It's a comedy, and a drama, and a musical. What other show could pull that off? That's right, nothing." Chris gave a huge grin at the camera.

"Rip off," Jodi said, still beside Chris.

"Do you believe this guy?" Jordin asked Sambo rhetorically.

"Yeah, he seems to be telling the truth," Sambo joked. Jordin rolled his eyes with a tiny smile.

For the audience, it was the boring three minutes of commercials about cars, shows, movies, and silly products like 3D Glasses: Outside Use Only, Not for Movies.

For the contestants, though, it was just a continuation of the introduction routine. Chris McLean said, only a mere four seconds after he announced the commercial, "Welcome back to Total Drama Lost! I hope you missed us, and we missed you... Hey, who wrote this crappy dialogue!?" The cameraman from the boat stepped towards Chris, whispered something inaudible, and Chris looked back at the camera, embarrassed.

"Yeah... he did," Chris lied, pointing at one of the few dock cameraman. "I'll be sure to cut his $0 salary in half... so now he has to pay me money." Chris was, once again, lying. He paid everyone money, just not very much. He was trying to get the audience to laugh; only the majority of the children viewers did.

"Hello sir," said a deep, female voice. Chris made a small noise, obviously frightened by the teen girl's voice. He turned around, and there, standing with a almost impossibly huge, creepy looking smile, was Lina. "Sorry to startle you. I should of been posing instead of standing. That's always creepier, which is a good thing." Lina gave another grin, and said, "Leonardo was smart to paint me. I'm beautiful." She elegantly paced over to Sambo and Jordin, and gave them her look.

''What's up with her? ''Sambo asked himself internally. ''No, wait. What is up with her? Yeah, that's more formal''.

It's like her eyes follow you, Jordin thought.

Lina immediately noticed that Jordin and Sambo were taken-aback by her expression.

(And I know it's a weird place to end a preview... It just is. Sorry)