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So we�re still in Pittsburgh, and all the bands are waking up and getting ready to go. FLICKERSTICK is slowly unfrazzling itself, and Cory walks in with a shit-eating grin on his face. Someone got laid! Brandin: �Where the hell were you, man?� Cory: �In a log cabin somewhere.� Nice, dude. Nice. All the guys in the band start busting his chops, which is really funny. Fletcher: �One fan at a time, baby.� What? Whatever, dude, you have a fianc�e! Not like that necessarily matters. Oh, you�ll see.
Brendon and Katina magically appear to rub the fact that FLICKERSTICK is still in the lead in the faces of all the other bands. They go over the totals again.
FLICK -- $3331
HARLOW -- $3007
DODES -- $3067
CRACK -- $2996
Okay, so this is how it�s gonna work. The bands are going to Columbus, Ohio. Thursday night, all the bands are gonna play separate venues. Saturday night, all the bands are gonna compete in a battle, and whoever loses gets the boot. Now this is where it starts ill up in piece.
Bob: �I think we just need to play as much as possible, sell that merch, stay on the show.� Yeah, it�s worked like a bloody charm 'til now. Not. Your band smells and sounds like poo. And you know what? Poo isn�t that great. Shut up, Bob. Brandin mentions that �we�re not gonna do anything different, we�re just gonna do the same thing and hope things work out again.� I hope so, dude. You guys rule.
And they�re off. In the HARLOW van, Rebecca mentions that she has developed a fondness for all of the bands, and she doesn�t like the whole �voting off� thing. �It just kinda breaks my heart. Why can�t we all just stay on tour the whole time?� That�s a really nice thing to say, but SOULCRACKER needs to get kicked off this show, for real. But she�ll see soon enough, when CRACKSMOKER uses their shameless tactics to screw HARLOW out of a bonus. Jerks. But, hey, all in all, I think Rebecca�s the bomb. I�d like to have a beer or eight with her. At my house. Becky, how does eight o'clock on Saturday sound? Good? Great. See you then. Love ya, babe. Oops.
Dominic thinks FLICK might have an edge in Columbus with the college kids, just because �well, you know, we are the �party band.�� Yeah, you are. But you rock, man. You may smell, but you rule. Rock. Dom, to the band: �Sororities, dude. Wherever there�s chicks, there�s guys.� True, true.