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"However, if you do wish to continue with the show, then please,

select one of the numbered cards."

I suck at making decisions.

Wait, I changed my mind.

Okay.

It costs what?

I just want a blanket.

Is it made outta gold thread? Jeez.

Okay. Then what about something like a light sleeping bag?

Nothing special.

Uh, is there anything cheaper?

I see. I'll take it.

Oh! Sticky notes. You know.

Like, for writing?

IF THERE'S TIME TO EAT, THERE'S TIME TO SET YOUR MIND

IF I SET MY MIND THREE TIMES A DAY, JUST LIKE I EAT THREE MEALS

IT WILL CHANGE MY LIFE

I got this! Let's go.

♪ Lonely ♪

♪ I'm Mr. Lonely ♪

♪ I have nobody ♪

♪ For my own... ♪

♪ I am so lonely ♪

♪ I'm Mr. Lonely ♪

♪ Wish I had someone To call on the phone ♪

♪ I'm a soldier... ♪

I'm thirsty.

Actually, no. I think I'm dying.

Humans can survive pretty extreme conditions, but there are limits.

There's something called the three-three-three rule.

Three minutes without air, you die.

Three weeks without food, you die.

For water, it's... three days.

Three days, and then it's lights out.

So, today's the day. If I don't get water, I'm gonna die.

We thought 8th Floor would come around eventually.

- We were wrong. - Get out!

Turns out she had all the power.

And we had none.

The hell?

Hey, man, who's 6th Floor yellin' at?

Don't be alarmed. He's mad at the crows. They're creeping him out.

How's he standing? I'm gonna faint.

8th Floor, please...

I know I come across so strong, but I'm actually really iron deficient,

and have low blood sugar.

8th Floor locked herself in with all the food and water.

- I kinda fall apart. Don't do this. - She starved us as punishment.

- We all dealt with it, but to no avail. - Hey! It's no joke.

- It was funny. She had us in her palm. - I can feel myself going numb.

And she did it without even lifting a finger.

There was nothing we could do. We were completely at her mercy.

They gave us more hours.

Huh?

At least somebody's having a good time while we waste away.

Oh shit...

Why are you all just laying around? I can't believe you guys.

I'm up there trying my best.

Shouldn't we all go bang on her door?

Beg all you want.

It's your fault, anyway.

What? I didn't make her do this.

She's the big dog, and you spat in her face.

Can't you see? You forced her hand.

Uh... it's not like she's the boss of us.

- Oh yeah? - Come on.

What, so since she lucked out getting the top floor, she's somehow better?

And even if she's in charge of us here, she could be nicer.

If I were up on the 8th floor, I wouldn't starve anybody.

I'd be benevolent to the people beneath me.

Uh, I mean...

Not that we're beneath her...

Yeah, sure.

Oh hey, 5th Floor!

Huh?

- When'd you come? - Just now. Who wants some?

Oh!

We can't take things from our rooms.

They're gonna dock your prize money for this.

Oh, yeah?

- I don't care, though. I'm rich, remember? - Oh!

Oh!

Guys, come on over!

8th Floor brought us lunchboxes and water bottles!

Oh, they look extra delicious.

- There's no rush. - Anyone need water?

Don't eat too fast, okay? You don't wanna get sick, now.

Please, eat up.

- Oh, thank you so much, 8th Floor. - Um, hey, 5th Floor...

You're the best. This really means so much to us.

Hey, you feeling okay?

I can't take it anymore.

2nd Floor. Hold on.

Hey. Come on. Don't do somethin' reckless.

What's the point of being here?

What good's the money if we starve to death?

I'm gonna use up the time.

Don't do it.

I'm not committing suicide. That spoiled brat up there isn't worth it.

I'm over it. Let's just call it.

Just wait.

I'm not ending it like this.

Don't do it, 2nd Floor.

I'm begging you.

I'm not ready to leave yet.

I can't leave like this. Please.

I'm begging you, don't. I need that billion won.

Or I'm as good as dead.

Please, 2nd Floor.

Don't do it.

I'm begging you, please. Please, don't. Please?

That's right. I'm with 1st Floor.

There's nothing but loan sharks out there.

I'd rather die today than go home with nothing.

Poop!

I'll keep the poop bags.

We can pretend the old vote never happened.

I'll go and apologize to 8th Floor.

If it means we can eat, then I will...

be the poop man now.

It's only fair, right? It should've been me.

I'm the man for the job. I deserve it because I...

Because my talent sucked.

1st Floor volunteered to help before.

He kept the poop because he couldn't run so that was his contribution.

I shoulda stepped up like he did, but I wasn't brave enough.

Hear that?

I should've won the bathroom vote.

We need someone to fill that role, and I'll do it.

It's better than leaving the show.

Just let me do it.

Are you sure you want to?

Obviously not, but that isn't the point.

I can handle bags of shit.

The alternatives are suffering till one of us dies, or going home now.

Plus, I'd do just about anything for a goddamn sip of water.

I'll help too!

You can give me poop bags also.

I didn't earn us that much more time than 3rd Floor did.

No one appreciates yodeling.

And I did tell people to vote for 8th Floor.

I'm sorry.

So we...

We can share it. The poop.

Oh, shit. Is she crying?

I see.

You'll do anything for some food, just like I would, huh?

Let's do it.

Let's talk to her.

Well!

Hold on, you two.

Would it be all right with you if I go talk with her and you guys stay down here?

- What? - Huh?

I just...

She doesn't respond to emotion, and you're both all worked up.

I think I should do it.

8th Floor? It's 7th Floor.

We're having a hard time without food to eat.

Plus, our lives may be compromised if we go another day without water.

It's come to our attention that we failed to realize a few things.

You were brilliant in the talent show, and we're all very grateful.

And we never should've insulted you with that vote. I'm so sorry.

Floors 3 and 4 have volunteered to help hold onto the waste.

That's what felt fair.

They both apologize profusely for putting you in this situation.

Look... I think it worked.

Sh, sh, sh.

Excellent.

I knew that vote was a joke.

I mean, it didn't make any sense. Why would anyone vote for little old me?

Can I wrap up what I was doing?

Yeah.

What's it like out there? Are they all super mad at me?

There was so much clawing at my door.

Uh... Oh no, we were all just worried that you were upset with us about the vote.

Who, me? No, negative energy ages you.

And I don't wanna get wrinkles.

What a relief.

Here I was, all concerned that I was being too harsh,

but it turns out you all get it.

I just did what I had to do.

Namaste.

Hmm?

Namaste.

Ah! I feel refreshed.

I really do love this place. It's just so much fun, right?

We get paid to play with each other.

I never wanna leave here!

Ah, right.

I'm sure that giving you a break from food earned us quite a bit of time, right?

Uh, yeah.

Then, can I buy some new outfits?

You can, like, think of it as your apology.

- I'm sick of these clothes. - Yes, of course.

By the way, I came up with some new games you might all enjoy.

We're gonna get loads of time.

I'm so excited, aren't you?

Hey, girl! You look amazing. It's so perfect!

- Like that outfit was made just for you! - You think?

- Even better than the last. - Uh-huh.

How's it look?

- Huh? Oh, uh... - Oh! Oh, it fits beautifully.

Oh, yeah, yeah. You look so fabulous.

2nd Floor didn't want her to go on another shopping spree with our time,

but 7th Floor made a good case.

At least this ended with us on equal footing.

Equal with her?

It doesn't feel very equal.

We had to grovel, but she gets new clothes.

The fact that she listened at all,

that she even let us apologize to her, is a good thing.

We went to her, not the other way around.

If that had happened, well... things could've turned out a whole lot worse.

We'd have been her servants.

She'd be calling all the shots.

Yeah, that makes sense.

I mean, if we hadn't gone to her,

she could've told us to do, well, anything.

She holds our lives in her hands, and that means she controls us.

She could've been a lot more cruel.

I guess the silver lining

is that she mostly just cares about getting new clothes.

We're lucky someone as smart as 7th Floor is on our side.

The next day was perfect.

- Finally, we got to chow down. - Mm!

It was like a dream come true.

I heard somewhere

that every human craves sex, sleep, and food equally.

Well, sex and sleep can go to hell!

Food comes first, always.

It blows the other two right outta the water.

Food, food, food!

This, my friends, is the life.

Turns out all I needed was a good meal.

Sure, I may have to store bags of poop in my room,

but 4th Floor gets half, and...

It's a pretty small price to pay.

It's no big deal.

Look at how much money I'm making.

I'm just earning my keep. What's a little shit, anyway?

Also...

Don't worry about me.

- ...1st and 2nd Floor... - I'll hang onto my bags.

- Thanks for doing this. - ...are saints.

But I'll take care of mine.

This is a lot of fuckin' poop. Man, is 4th Floor even helping?

Why's there so damn much?

BELIEVE AND YOU WILL ACHIEVE

While we were busy starving to death,

8th Floor had been dreaming up some games for us to rack up more time.

We should play King.

KING GAME

It's a dumbass drinking game. She acted like she invented it.

Yeah? Yeah?

Isn't that game about doing dirty things and getting all sexy?

Oh, don't worry. The game might get dirty, but it doesn't have to.

You can choose anything for us to do if you're king.

Oh, but I'm not totally opposed to getting saucy.

I like the sound of this. Let's go hard.

Pfft. Are we really doing this?

It's for college kids. We're way too old for this kinda thing. Right?

I thought we still had some dignity.

What is going on?

I think it's a smart idea.

It should earn us time.

And no variables to bring down the average.

Sounds good. Let's do it!

I'm in.

- Whatever. Sure. - Sure. Let's play it.

What an awesome idea.

Where do you come up with this stuff? I'm obsessed with this game.

I played all the time in college. I'm sure we all did, right?

You guys, we're gonna have so much fun. Ah! You're the best, 8th Floor!

This K means this is the king ball.

There are seven numbered balls with it.

We all pick one, and whoever pulls the K ball calls out two numbers.

If your ball gets called, you must obey the king.

Ugh. Three?

God, can't I get a different number for once?

Oh! Oh, the K! Hey!

Hey, I, uh, I'm the king!

I choose ball two, and how about ball five?

I want you two...

to hold hands, okay?

Come on, that's too tame.

You've gotta go bigger. That's the whole point.

You should choose something more fun.

I'm the king this round, though.

And what I say goes, right?

Okay, then. Well...

Um, who's got ball two and who's got ball five?

Hey, don't lace your fingers.

Oh. Sorry about that. I...

No, don't stop. You can't. You're stuck until the next round.

Oh, you're so bad.

Ah, shit...

You think this is fun?

I apologize.

Hey! I'm the king!

Come on. We're really gonna let loose now. That was just the practice round, guys.

So, hmm... How about six and seven have an itty-bitty kiss?

- Ahem! Ready, set, go! - One second, one second.

I just... I wanna get myself in the zone, so one second.

Oh, come on. Please, it's nothing. It's only a kiss.

And now... kiss!

Oh my god.

- Wow. Encore. - Uh...

Um...

I'm really sorry.

Aw. We only got 90 minutes for all that kissing and hand-holding.

Why are they so stingy?

Well, I had a good time.

The King!

What to do?

Hmm...

So balls three and...

seven.

Deep kiss.

Like French kiss?

Oh fuck...

Oh, hell, yeah.

So? Who's ball three?

You? Come on, hurry up! I wanna see you make out!

Yeah, no.

Hmm?

Yeah, I'm not gonna do that.

- Huh? - Just gimme something else to do.

Anything but kissing.

I'm looking for a thrill here.

A thrill?

Well, then... I suppose I should find you a new partner.

No offense, babe. You're just not all that thrilling.

We need someone... special.

How about ball number two?

That sounds so cute. The twos together.

I want you to fight each other.

It's here. The next level.

Just like 7th Floor feared.

Playtime's over. Shit's gettin' real.

- Works for me. - Ah, shit.

Only pussies fight women.

- And that ain't my style. - Do I scare you?

I could snap you like a damn twig. Don't be cocky.

Oh, boy.

- I won't go easy or hold back. - Same here.

- Wait-- - Is this a bad idea?

Oh!

- Whoa! - Oh God, should we step in?

- Oh God. - I can't get enough of this!

Ah, shit.

Ah!

This is thrilling!

Oh my God, no!

She told me she's a trained fighter. She sure wasn't kidding.

Hah.

6th Floor is scrappy, but 2nd Floor?

She was obviously a pro. You could tell she knew what she was doing.

I'm no martial arts expert,

but even I could see that she was pulling her punches.

She was kickin' his ass. I mean, no contest.

Want more?

Shit.

Oh! Oh no.

Ow! Ow, ow, ow!

Go 2nd Floor!

That didn't sound too good.

- Did you get hurt? - Just a sprain.

No big deal. It'll be okay.

Oh!

Oh God!

Stop it, please!

Stop it!

Oh, make them stop!

- He'll kill her! - I'm begging you. Make them stop!

No way. They'll fight until someone surrenders.

Fuck.

Please, that's enough.

- Give up! - What do we do?

- Cut it out! - Stop it. 6th Floor!

- Leave her alone! - You'll kill her.

- Game's over. Get off her. - Chill out.

- Calm down, now! - You tapping out, girl?

- Say the words! Say you tap out! - Are you okay? Can you talk?

You've gotta calm down!

Oh, this is incredible!

I love it.

I made us another 50 hours.

6th Floor.

You took that game way too far. You didn't need to beat her to a pulp.

He's right. You went overboard.

She's half-dead now because of you.

Well, she knew the risk she was taking.

What if the king asks more of us to fight?

Is this how it's gonna be now?

Just never-ending violence?

Count me in.

No. This was a mistake. We should avoid brawling in the future.

We don't have the medical supplies.

- I don't want anyone injured even worse. - Then what?

We can't just keep making out and stuff.

If we want more time, fighting gives us that.

Even so, we can't beat each other up all the time.

I can't live like that. It's too extreme. It's way too much.

Fine. Maybe we need a new rule here.

Hear me out.

If the king tells you to fight, you can opt out if you want.

But there's a catch. A punishment.

You can take the penalty, instead of having to fight.

It'll give us all a choice, so everybody wins!

Won't everyone just take the penalty?

Who would choose to fight instead?

We'll think of something intense.

Something no one really wants to do. We'll still get time that way, too. Mm!

It's a taser. I saw a YouTube video testing them.

But this is a mild one. You see, it can't cause all that much damage.

It won't kill anybody, but it is loud and you get a little shock.

It only lasts for, like, a second. That's it!

I heard it goes away really quick.

Hold on. I thought tasers were pretty powerful?

People use them to knock out horses and stuff.

Well, there are some really strong ones, sure.

I don't think they'd let us buy that kind, though.

This will just be a zap.

But have you tried it yourself? What if you're wrong?

Uh, no. I only saw that YouTube video.

I'd love to give it a whirl.

I've never felt it before.

Come on. You're willing to? You'd opt for it?

Mm-hmm. Of course.

I want to give it a try. 100%.

She seriously wants to try? Why?

This is such a fun idea.

Well, at least we'll stop the fistfighting then.

This is better in my opinion.

I guess that's true.

It could be worse. So let's give it a go.

If it limits the fighting, I'm in. I can't keep taping you guys up.

It's no way to live.

- I get that. I just think-- - So it's all settled, then.

How does it work?

So now there's a taser. How is this gonna play out?

I wonder how many people are gonna choose it over the dares.

Oh God. How is this my life?

Okay, look at it logically.

I have a one in eight chance of getting chosen each round.

12.5%. Those are pretty good odds, right?

Yeah, that's nothin'. I got this.

Looking at it the other way, I'll be safe 87.5% of the time.

And even if I get tased a bit,

I'll still be walkin' outta here with a mountain of cash.

Ah, okay, let's crunch the numbers here.

Every day we earn is worth 43 million for me.

If my ball gets drawn once a week and I get zapped,

that's one zap for every three hundred million.

"Join our paid taser experiment. One zap a week for 300 mil."

Pretty good deal, honestly.

Not bad.

I mean, when you put it that way, it's pretty reasonable.

Though, of course, there's still the fact

that I have no idea what being tased feels like,

and not knowing scares me shitless.

That uncertainty is what really gets me.

My anxiety is through the roof just imagining the damn zap.

It's not gonna kill me though, right?

People get tased all the time. I think.

It's fine. I just don't wanna be the one who gets tased first.

I can't handle that.

Ah, shit. I'm so stressed about this, my bowels are actin' up.

Whatever happens, I can't get tased first.

How's she doing? 2nd Floor?

She's still in pain. Today will be the worst of it.

Poor thing...

You look pretty.

Oh...

Oh!

Ahem. All right. All the same rules as yesterday,

but you can opt out of the king's command.

We've got the taser on deck for anyone who wants it.

Okay!

Is it the K?

Oh my God. Please, please, please be the K, please be the K.

Come on, K!

Damn it, four? That's an unlucky number.

Oh, wow!

Well, look at that. I'm the king again!

Ugh, seriously?

- The wack job, again? - Here we go!

I want ball four to touch...

five, under the shirt.

Huh?

- Don't be shy. Get into it. - That's insane even for her.

She's talking about groping somebody, for Christ's sakes.

How's she giggling about this like it's funny? It's so screwed up.

I've got it.

Ball five.

Oh my God!

- Who has ball four? - What?

Come on. Who?

Oh ho-ho-ho-ho! Look who won!

This is crazy!

Okay, ready? Feel her up like you mean it, on the count of three.

Oh, God. This doesn't feel right.

One... I don't know if I can do this.

I'm not a groper. Please!

Two...

- Three... - Just gimme a moment! Just gimme... Please.

Huh?

Um...

Ah, shit! What the hell am I supposed to do?

Let's try again.

One...

Two...

Three!

Zap me. I... I can't. Sorry. I, uh...

Yeah, I can't. I'll take the taser.

Uh... It's really fine.

- I don't mind, I promise. - No.

- I'm not that guy. - Um... it's...

- I'll take the zap. It's all right. - Sure?

- Yeah, but... - I'm not that guy.

Good job, man.

You're doin' the right thing. You can't turn into a sleazeball.

You know what? You must look pretty cool right now.

Hell, yeah. You acted like a true gentleman back there.

Um, one second.

You should maybe sit down, 'cause this might hurt.

Fuck me.

I'm the first to be tased, just like I feared.

Okay, just gotta breathe. Soon, this'll all be over with.

- Uh-- - God, why'd I have to be first?

I feel like I'm suffocating.

It can't be that bad, though, can it?

Okay. You got this.

Just breathe. Right? You can do it!

Yes! Bring it on! Hit me!

Okay, I'm read--

- 3rd Floor! - Oh!

- Are you okay? - Oh!

Can you hear me?

- Are you all right? - 3rd--

Oh... look.

- Wow! - Oh!

You... you said it wouldn't do much damage.

Uh... well, I thought...

Huh? Look, look! We just got--

You guys, we just got 60 more hours for that!

- Oh! - Look at that. It worked out.

Hey!

I think he's coming to.

Why am I wet?

You should've just groped me instead.

You did the right thing. I'm proud of you.

Thank you, but... can you all leave?

- We just wanted-- - Please, go.

I'm begging you.

I never, ever want to feel like that again. I'll do anything.

I'll do whatever the king says. I'll grope, fight, stand on my head.

I'm not getting zapped again.

This is too unbearable.

Reeking of piss is a real cherry on top.

Once again, time to board the express train to hell.

There's no way I'll be picked twice in a row, right?

Just this once, let me be king.

Come on, king! Show me the K, show me the K, show me the K!

- Yay! Guess who's king again? - Oh.

Damn it.

- I can't get zapped again. - Hmm...

- Please don't pick me. - Hmm. What to do?

I choose ball one.

Hey! Hell, yeah! Thank God. Yes!

- Good. Good start. Now keep it up. - Hmm... hmm...

Anyone but me.

- And ball two. - Yes! I'm safe! Thank God!

- I'm in the clear. I'm not getting tased! - Oh, wow.

That was one hell of an emotional rollercoaster.

Is this what catharsis is? Can you get a rush just from not being tased?

Well, moving on... Who's got ball one and ball two?

That's me.

Me.

What?

- You want a rematch? - Oh, no, no. I don't want you to fight.

Nothing violent.

How about I just flip a coin? It's a classic.

When I flip the coin, you can both guess what side it landed on.

But if you guess wrong, you'll get a tasing.

Hey, I thought, uh...

we only agreed to get zapped as punishment.

- You're bending the rules, aren't you? - Well... we really only made one rule.

When you're the king, you can do whatever you want. I choose this.

Right, 2nd Floor?

Yeah.

Then let's go.

A 50-50 chance.

Now... let's begin.

You could smell their fear.

After seeing what happened to me, they must've been freaking out.

And, honestly, rightly so.

Now... place your bets.

The star is heads, the heart is tails.

The heart.

Well...

star, then.

The suspense is delicious! Oh!

Huh?

Ta-da!

Congrats, 6th Floor!

CHOSEN FOR PENALTY

Damn it.

2nd Floor braved her fate with dignity.

- She's a warrior through and through. - Might sting a bit.

Go to hell.

What's with the mop? Why are you...

I thought after last time, we might need it.

So that's what happened yesterday...

How's she so heavy?

She weighs more than 3rd Floor did.

We earned two more days.

Wow.

This game really is a hit, huh?

Don't you just feel electrified?

"Electrified?" She's heartless.

She could use a little electrifying, seriously.

We've been here a month.

But it's only our third day living by the law of the taser.

Damn, still not the king.

I'm the king again!

- Some have all the luck. - Again?

- Can't believe it, girl! - First she gets the best floor.

Now she pulls the king ball three times?

What the hell? How does she do it?

Three, please.

Yes! Now, don't call out seven.

And ball...

Not seven, not seven, anything but seven.

- Anything but-- - Seven.

Who has balls three and seven?

I want you to slap each other in the face until one of you surrenders.

Whoever gives in first gets tased.

It's just a game.

It isn't personal, okay?

- You got that? - Yeah.

No hard feelings.

A slap-fest?

Why'd she choose something so aggressive?

The reason hit me.

Oh wow.

Right across the face.

I felt it immediately.

It's hard to get slapped in the face and not feel pissed.

Slapping makes things personal. It fosters animosity.

It makes people turn on each other.

- Oh! - Oh!

- My God. - I know that.

Even so, I have to go through with it.

I'm not gonna get zapped again.

No way. I have to win.

I'm sorry, 2nd Floor. I'll grit my teeth and--

- Oh, gosh! - Oh!

I give up!

Ah. That first slap was just her warming up.

Shit... Man, this is so humiliating.

Sounds like 2nd Floor.

She must wanna apologize for slapping and tasing me.

But why bother? The damage is already done.

You didn't have to come.

- I'm not upset-- - That isn't why I'm here.

- 1st Floor wants to see us. - Huh?

What's goin' on?

The past few days, the game...

was completely rigged.

We haven't had a shot.

What?

After today's game, I'm sure of it.

The top floors have been cheating. And I figured out how they're doing it.

You wanna pick a side? Star for heads.

And heart for tails.

Star, please.

Good guess. You're wrong, though.

Wanna go again?

How did you do that?

It's a simple trick.

When 4th Floor flipped the coin, she caught it between both her palms.

The heart.

She waited till then to ask them to call it.

Star.

That's not how you flip a coin.

You call it in the air.

And if you catch it between your palms, you can feel the sides,

and flip it around, to manipulate the results.

And who called that coin toss correctly?

Who got to avoid getting zapped that day?

6th Floor, of course.

So they fuckin' set it up.

I know. It goes deeper.

There's more. A bigger trick.

Who's been king the most times?

I don't think it's happening randomly.

No way...

Where is it?

So, who'll be our king today?

I'm the king.

Seriously?

- Aw! Isn't that cute? - Oh!

- Ah! - Are you stoked?

Yes.

Sh.

What the...

Man, you really freaked me out! Why did you do that?

Hey, watch out.

You wanna give me another seizure? 'Cause that's the way to do it.

Acetone.

When you mix a ping-pong ball with acetone,

a strange chemical reaction occurs.

The ball gets a little sticky, doesn't it?

That's how you identified the king ball.

I'm not really a big science person like you.

Floors 1, 2, and 3...

they're aware that someone's been rigging the game.

They can't prove it yet, but they're onto you.

Let's not accuse them yet, not without proof.

And we can't strike until we prove it, or they'll retaliate.

They'll destroy the evidence we need,

and we'll be right back to where we are now.

We'll wait for them to make a mistake.

And we'll be ready the moment they slip up.

They'll figure out your trick at some point.

You think they'll take that well?

Can you handle that kind of heat?

They can't prove anything, if you knock it off now.

Play it fairly.

You should go back to bed.

So, what'll it be?

You're the king. We're at your command.

It's your call. What are you thinking?

Uh... ball four, ball six.

Let's do another coin flip.

Who... who has those numbers?

I've got four.

I'm ready.

Who has ball six?

Wow.

Crazy.

I choose heads.

I suppose that I choose tails, then.

Um... Well, I guess it's time to flip.

- Hmm. - One more thing.

I'd like for you to use the back of your hand to catch the coin.

Ah... Sure.

Uh... well, then...

Tails?

Oh. Hmm... me?

- This game's awful. - Hey.

You were the one who wanted to play the game.

Yeah, come on. You said you wanted to see what being tased felt like.

Hmm.

I guess I did say that.

- I was wrong. We aren't having fun, right? - No, wrong.

I'm finally gettin' into this game. I'm havin' the time of my life.

I'm thrilled as hell. Man, I'm electrified.

You guys are lovin' it too, right? Oh, yeah. Hah!

You can't back out now.

Okay.

This is it.

The queen's comeuppance.

Hell, yes! You think you're better than us?

How's it feel to get zapped, lying in your own piss?

Not so high and mighty now. You're just like us!

I'll count to three, okay? Then I'll press it.

One.

Two.

Three.

What the hell, man?

What? Why?

Nobody wants a cliché ending.

Hmm.

Figured it was time for a plot twist.

Don't ya think?