Fan♂ *Test Tube♀ Bot♀ Poppy♀ MeTag♂ Paper♂ Tapey♀ Lightbulb♀ Starfruit♂

HMPS, Bot, Test Tube, and Fan all get ready to read the votes, which are all already in the urn

Bot: Hey, when we get to the scoreboard, can I just handle that myself? I don't think I should lift Test Tube up in the air again.

Fan: Of course Bot.

Test Tube: But, you know what happened last time wasn't your fault, right?-

Bot: -Of course! Just trying to be safe. On theme for today!

After Test Tube and Fan leave Bot, she frown and looks at the scoreboard

Fan: Okay, since no one's elected to spin the wheel, it's time to read the votes! First vote... MeTag.

MeTag moves slightly

Fan: ...Poppy. One vote MeTag, one vote Poppy.

Poppy: Yeah we know, we can all count.

Fan: Sorry, this is just- part of it?

Poppy: Oh, my bad. I didn't know. Quietly This world is still so new to me!

Paper and Tapey look at each other, presumably not trusting Poppy. Lightbulb was kicking her feet feeling bored

Fan: Lightbulb.

Lightbulb stops kicking her feet and frowns

Fan: Lightbulb.

Lightbulb and Starfruit look at each other with panicked expressions

Fan: That's one vote MeTag, one vote Poppy, two votes Lightbulb... MeTag. Two votes MeTag, one vote Poppy, one vote left.

Lightbulb looks scared and is shaking, and Poppy looks nervous at the thought of MeTag being eliminated

Fan: Second person voted out... MeTag.

Poppy: WHAT?! Just because he lost us the challenge?

Paper: It's more than just that!

Tapey: Look, accidents happen, but you told us you yelled out to brake, so why didn't MeTag hit his brake?

Poppy: Stuttering What, do you think this was some kind of sabotage? That's ridiculous... These suspicions are never gonna end, are they? You're all so sure that you know someone that you don't see them for who they really are! Right MeTag?

MeTag looks up at Poppy, and Poppy's expression turns tense. Suddenly, MeTag grabs Poppy, and starts running.

Fan: HEY! W-why are you running?

Fan runs after Poppy and MeTag

Starfruit: Oh no, I knew the day would come they'd return... THE PAPARAZZI!! FLEE, FLEE!! COVER YOUR MARKETABLE FACES! Runs in the other direction