The shoppers sought refuge in the food court, as they watched the creek gradually encroach on the remaining untouched portion of the second floor. Only Bobby's World, Guido's, and Nickel Back Banking remained, but soon that would change. What started as a simple fight for survival against a multitude of murderous savages had been compounded with a race against time. Soon enough, the Black Creek would swallow this entire place whole.

The shoppers paused and contemplated their next move. With their de facto leader dead, they'd have to step up to the plate themselves. They looked to their left and saw Teddy dive into the encroaching creek and rise to the surface with a salmon between her teeth. Then to their right to see La'Vodka watching them all intently, but not saying a word.

"SPEAK UP, HARLOT!" Garrett snorted while he wielded his hammer threateningly.

Bernard places his hand on Garrett's shoulder.

"Silence you fool. I think it's entirely obvious that the large man, Frank, has been up to no good. I mean just look at him."

Frank was minding his own business, sitting at a table. He picked up two T-bone steaks with his bare hands and proceeded to wolf them down.

"FACT: this is the man that has been leading us sheep astray." Dwight stated.

Bernard took a puff of his cigar and nodded.

"This fool is correct. Down with the false shepherd, I say! DOWN WITH HIM!"

This was enough for most of the shoppers. They rallied behind Bernard and ran straight at Frank.

As Frank continued to focus on his delicious steak, Bernard grabbed a nearby fork and stabbed it straight into Frank's hand, pinning it to the table.

"AHH what'd ya do that for!"

The shoppers then pulled Frank from his chair and attempted to pin him down. But the big man wasn't going down without a fight.

"BEAST MODE BABYYYY!!" he roared out, as he began to swat at the oncoming shoppers as if they were flies.

Bernard stood back with a stern look on his face and a cigar between his teeth.

"BRING HIM DOWN, BRING HIM DOWN, BRING HIM DOWN!!!" Bernard yelled out desperately.

Hannah grabbed a steak knife from a nearby table and thrust it into Frank's bicep. The beast was finally slowed.

"AHHH not ma pythons ya bitch!!"

The shoppers took advantage of his momentary vulnerability and piled on top of him. Dwight, Beverly, Alien Child, Geenee, Hannah, and Mary Beth all held down various parts of Frank's body. It was just enough to keep the beast contained.

Bernard strode forward as Frank helplessly tried to wriggle free. Bernard stood above him and looked down with a sneering grin on his face, before taking his cigar out of his mouth to speak.

"Game over, you filthy cultist."

Bernard grabbed the knife out of Frank's arm and held it up to his throat.

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"Win, and you'll preserve your future and claim the $100,000 grand prize! Lose, and you're history!" host Luke Tippled yelled across the arena. "Are you ready!"

"YEAH BABY!!!! LETS FRIGGIN' DO THIS MAN I'M READY TO GO!!!!" screamed Frank.

"Uh..ready." replied his opponent JR nervously.

For the last time, Luke Tipple awkwardly looked back and forth from the camera to the remaining two contestants and counted down. "5...4...3...2....1.....GO!!"


"BEAST MOOOOODE!!!" Frank screamed as he took off. He rammed through a series of platforms on his way to the top of the tower. He had made it to the top before his opponent even climbed to the first platform.

Next was the descent. Frank plunged through a tangled mess of bungie cords. They were meant to slow his progress, but they didn't. His heavy frame plummeted through them and he landed into the cold ground with a thud, leaving a Frank shaped imprint in the grass.

Now was the hard part. Frank ran across the field and approached a puzzle station. He had to remove a series of rods in the right order to make a ball fall through. Frank tugged at several rods at once, but nothing was budging.

"WHAT TEH HECK IS THIS CRAP MAN?!?" Frank screamed at the host.

By now, JR had caught up and was working on his puzzle.

"Oh gahd damn no way, NOT TODAY BABY!" Frank screamed.

Fed up, he grabbed the base of the puzzle tower and yanked it upwards. The six inch spikes that were driven into the ground to hold it in place were pried upwards. With all his might, Frank pulled once more and tore the puzzle clean from the ground. The ball was released and fell into the wet grass.

"THATS HOW YOU DO IT BABY!!!! NOTHING STOPS ME MAN!!!!"

Frank sprinted past JR and ran for the final obstacle, the cargo net climb to the top of the tower.

"JR YOUR DONE MAN!!!!!" he yelled as he sprinted past him full speed.

Frank jumped through the air and landed on the cargo net. He felt the victory in his grasp. As he got nearer and nearer, he yelled louder and louder.

Finally, Frank reached the top. All he had to do now was slam the ball into place, but Frank had other plans. He placed the ball to the side for a moment and moved his hands to the front of his shirt collar. With all of his strength, Frank yanked on his shirt in opposite directions, attempting to tear it straight down the middle. The producers looked around at one another, confused.

"COME ON BABY!! YOU BEAT ME ONCE YOU STUPID SHIRT BUT YOU WONT BEAT ME AGAIN!!!!"

Frank tore again, this time even harder. Nothing ripped.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE FRIGGIN THINGS MADE OF MAN!!!!!!!! WHATEVER!!"

Frank gave up and slammed the ball into place.

"AND IT'S OVER!" Luke Tipple screamed. A cannon of confetti shot downwards over Frank as sparks filled the air behind him. "Frank is the champion of Opposite Worlds!"

Victory music blared as Frank stood atop the tower, as happy as he's ever been. He looked into the night sky and thought of his family. He had done it all for them.

With one final roar, Frank screamed out into the night.

"BEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAST MOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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With one swift motion, Bernard cut across Frank's throat, causing him to slowly start to bleed out.

"it is ova the god damn town shoppa..." Frank said miserably.

Bernard sneered.

"Right, about that. It's abundantly clear to me that you've never shopped for a thing in your goddamn life."

Bernard then curiously looked over at the shopping bag placed next to Frank's seat. His eyes widened with sudden panic.

He walked over and apprehensively dumped all of its contents on the ground...








































































Out clanked several small glass bottles labeled "CYANIDE".

Bernard tensed up in anger, as he grabbed one of the bottles and ran back over to Frank.

"Let's see how YOU like it, big guy!" he said as he forced an entire bottle's contents down Frank's throat.

Frank immediately began to froth at the mouth, which ran down his chin and mixed with the blood leaking from his neck.

But suddenly, Frank began to laugh. His infectious laugh soon caught on with Alien Child.

"hehehehe LMFAO(: what's so funny shithead??" he asked.

"ahhh... you'll see... you'll... see..." he said as he continued to chuckle.

"beast...mode...neva dies..."

Frank's eyes closed for the final time.

Along with contents of Mick's stomach, his medical equipment also spilled onto the floor upon his death.

"Well...crap." someone muttered.

Morale was low, and it was about to get worse. Tariq and Saitei both slumped down and called out for help.

"ME must heal!" Saitei said weakly.

"WHO IS DO THIS TO ME? I have been poison. Must have antidote now." pleaded Tariq.

Several group members tended to the two, but one was beyond help. The person ran to the railing and puked over the edge. Vomit splashed onto Pierre's fried head in the water below.

Something else fell along with the puke. An article of clothing drifted down from the second floor to the first. The draft carried it downwards and eventually into the creek.

It was a red scarf, the one that Tariq wore on his head.

Up above, Tariq wiped his mouth of the vomit. He turned to face the group with a worried look on his face. That's when his vision went dark.


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"You're telling me you're not a terrorist?"

Tariq was sitting in a holding cell at an international airport. His hands were bound behind his back and half of his clothes were on the metal table in front of him.

"Yes! This is what I tell you. But you do not listen."

"Then what were you doing with THIS?" the TSA agent said as he slammed Tariq's scarf onto the table.

"You are serious? This is no joke? I cannot even." replied Tariq. "Is scarf for head. This is all."

The two TSA agents glanced at one another suspiciously.

"I not know why I suspect. Everywhere I go, fingers point. I go to airport, arrested. I go to bus station, arrested. I go to mall, arrested. They say 'Look it is Arab! He do it!' but I no hurt a fly. I get beaten, stolen from, strip search, threaten, deported. It not fair for me. I wish to go home. Please. May I go home?" Tariq pleaded.

The two agents looked down at the ground solemnly. They felt guilty now. "We're very sorry sir...we didn't know. You're free to leave."

Tariq smiled happily. "I thank you! I thank you both!" Tariq squealed as he collected his things and shook their hands. He exited through the door as quickly as he could and left the airport. He was a free man.

One TSA agent was smiling wide at how happy Tariq was. He looked back where Tariq was sitting and noticed his scarf was left behind on the chair.

"Oh shoot!" he said as he reached for the scarf. "He forgot his towel thing!"

As he lifted the scarf, a beeping noise went off. A split second later, a violent explosion ripped through the room as the flames engulfed that section of the airport.

Tariq looked at the grey smoke in the distance as he hopped in a cab and drove away from the airport.

As it turns out, Tariq was a terrorist.

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"Something's wrong with Anatole!" Linda shrieked.

"RACIST." Tariq yelled as he ran forth to attack the group. "ALL ARE RACIST! TARIQ KILL EVERY LAST ONE!"

But Tariq was too weak. He stumbled before being able to attack the group. Everyone took a step back as he began to lose his balance.

Tariq fell backwards over the balcony. He landed hard on the escalator railing, snapping his back and flipping him face first into the water. Foam seeped from his mouth and bubbled in the water around him. His red scarf floated by as his body lay still. He was dead.