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Or maybe not.

Then, um, we could do a talent show, I guess.

We're not in show business.

Who's going to want to see our talents?

You know, a talent show is actually a good idea.

It would take us a while to write skits for a variety show or plan a dating

show. Time we don't have.

But a talent show is simpler.

It's something we could easily put together for today.

So how about we just give it a shot?

We can have a trial and find out if we get any more time.

Just to see.

Let's do it.

Does anybody have a talent to start things off for us?

Shit.

It seems nobody's ready yet.

I don't mind, though. I'm fine with going first.

I need a recorder, and then I'll be good to go.

The recorder's so lame. What is this, middle school band class?

It's probably better to start off this way, you know?

Come in slow, then make it fun.

We'll have to make a shift at some point, I'm sure.

I just hope we can avoid all that for a while.

Seventh floor, that one.

Good job.

I think I had an eargasm just now.

It was amazing.

He got everybody on board with the talent show by looking ridiculous.

Seventh floor, you're kind of cool.

I've got to hand it to you.

Hey, look at the board. Oh, my God, we just got 20-something hours. It took a

sec, but we'd figured out the real hidden rule. They gave us another day.

Seventh floor, you rule.

How did you even learn to do that?

It's just a hobby I picked up.

Hey, that was so impressive. I can't wait to see what we all come up with,

but I'm sure it'll be fun.

Since there's now another day on the clock, why doesn't everyone take the

night to think about their acts and we can do the show tomorrow?

For now, we have to discuss something while we're here.

How long?

How long till we stop the show?

But why?

It's too early to already be thinking about leaving this place.

I mean, we can talk about this when everyone's satisfied with the money

they've earned.

If we wait till then, we might be stuck here forever.

For sure.

The whole point is to be rich when we're out there.

We're gonna have to draw a line, or else why did we even come here?

And how are we gonna do that when each of us is earning different amounts of

cash in here?

Yeah, that's a good point.

It's not fair.

What if the top four people decide to bounce really early since you guys make

more money?

Honestly?

First floor should make the call because he earns the least it's only fair we'd

be letting him down otherwise and even if it's tough We have to think of

everyone. We're all in this together after all yeah, you should decide okay

How much will you need before we can leave?

It's okay. There's no pressure

It might seem too desperate.

But I need a billion.

Need?

So first floor, you make $14,400,000 every day.

Let's say that you spend $400,000 a day to make it to $1 billion.

Oh, 75 days, right? To get to his goal? So around two and a half months.

Yeah.

Spot on.

I've got a knack for division, that's all.

Suit yourselves.

You could hear the numbers crunching. A billion for first floor means twice that

for second.

I get three billion.

Fourth gets five billion.

Fifth, eight billion.

Sixth floor gets 13 billion.

Seventh, 21.

And eighth floor gets 34 billion.

We have to tighten our belts over the next two months.

But now we had to actually earn all those days.

The talent show idea was a lot less sweaty than the stairs, I'll tell you

that. We all decided to buy props for the show. With the time, seven floors

knows so graciously earned us.

Stupid.

What's that guy's deal?

Why does he think he can skip a line?

Give me ten roofing tiles.

They're for me to pulverize.

I'm gonna need ten roofing tiles as well.

Plus four wooden boards.

Oh, okay.

The talent show seemed to bring out our competitive sides.

Everyone's trying to be the best performer, which means they're all

focused as hell.

Everyone but me.

Personally, I am... losing my goddamn mind.

I'm a low-key guy.

I've always wanted to blend in. That's my motto. Don't stand out and definitely

don't draw attention to yourself.

I went out of my way to never pick up anything resembling a talent.

This is what happens when you step out of your comfort zone. You panic.

Nice. A sweet song to start things off. Nothing risque.

A feat of strength from Sixth Floor. Big surprise there.

Second floor did more than six and added high kicks.

Dope.

We're getting more time than I expected.

Why is everyone so talented?

I just can't believe it. Hey, did you get hurt?

Just a sprain. No big deal. It'll be okay.

But it's rolled up a lot.

Fourth floor's up next.

Another song?

is very brave.

What? That's all my yolks are worth? Shit!

Come on! I know you can do better than that. Pretty please, you guys?

Kiss, kiss!

Five minutes.

Yeah, that really killed the mood.

Okay, moving on.

Who wants to go up next?

Do you have a plan?

Anything?

It's silly.

It'll be fine.

Who cares?

I should go now. Who remembers the middle of a talent show? If I go now,

I'll be lost in the shuffle.

Okay.

Here I go.

Hey. Why not?

I'll go. I'm ready.

My heart is in my throat, so I guess this is what stage fright is.

That wasn't so bad, huh?

Oh, no. Not at all.

You did your best.

The show's almost finished. Only two acts remain.

It honestly isn't that scary.

Just rip off the bandage and go.

It's better to get it over with.

What?

Uh-huh.

I'll go. I'll go up next.

Great.

Let's get some air.

30 whole hours?

Amazing!

We've earned 74 hours, 13 minutes. Keep it up.

This is just... over three days. Why are they acting like you did a bad job?

We're doing quite well.

Let's finish strong.

I can't trust anyone in here.

Once Eighth Floor performs, we'll add up the final total and have a quick

debriefing. Well, you're up.