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[ Sometime in the evening, Dee grabs Dennis and pulls him into a broom closet. ]

Jesus, it smells like wet dog corpses in here. Whatever. I don't know if it was getting immunity this week or what, but I want to win, Dennis. I can feel it. I can taste it. And if that means we need to be a little more proactive in our defensive strategy, I'm all in.

[ Dee's room is a covered with beer cans and liquor bottles, all empty, while an overturned pipe from the prop room lies cashed out on the floor. At some point, someone must have gotten warm, because the door is elegantly propped open with a bottle of whiskey.

The twins are completely unconscious on the floor. ]

[ With Dennis's room out of commission, and with some guy yelling about who should die this week, Dee and Dennis have grabbed as much beer as they could carry and smuggled it into Dee's room. It stinks of smoke from the fire next door, but it's basically fine. ]

Dennis, I swear to god. If we don't get that Erika bitch out of here, I'm going to kill her myself.