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This week’s Keen on Trashleen ended on a strangely poignant, mercifully less disturbing note. For once, you don’t feel that familiar wave of nausea. Still, with six contestants left, there’s time yet. You start to sweat at the thought.

Bubba: Thanks, Trashleen. Friends? Trashleen: Of course! Bubba: Do I have to go film with Tits, or can I just go pack? I don’t think I can face the camera right now. Trashleen: Don’t worry about filming. I think Tits is having trouble getting off the sofa anyway! She seems to be wedged...

Bubba: I’m so sorry, Trashleen… you deserve better. Trashleen: Losing doesn’t make you less worthy of love! We're here because I’m hurtling towards forty, single, childless, addicted to nicotine, and at war with my toxic mother, but that doesn’t define me. And this competition doesn’t define you.

Bubba was heartbroken. He’d fallen for Trashleen from afar, dreaming of the day she might see the man behind the flip-flops. He’d hoped for just a little time to win her heart, but it wasn’t to be, and now he didn’t know which way to turn.

And the tide did turn, just not how Bubba hoped. One misplaced grip and he was suddenly back on the ground, dazed. He’d always imagined ending up flat on his back at some point during the competition… just not like this.

Larry clung to the wall with all the grace of a damp sponge, slipping and wobbling dangerously. Bubba, meanwhile, climbed with a quiet, unexpected determination; a man on a mission to finally turn the tide.

Bubba and Larry took their places on the climbing walls one final time. Their fate would be decided here. The wall was brutal enough without the added curse of unyielding formalwear and the crushing weight of sad moodlets.

Tits: What a perfect view! I do hope the seating isn't because of my...current condition. I’ll go to my grave in heels. Trashleen: I’ll pretend I don’t know what you’re implying.. and that it’s not part of some spin-off pitch.

Trashleen: And now we have Bubba and Larry! You’re both getting a little too familiar with this position; and trust me, it’s not my favourite. There’s only one thing for it… Bubba and Larry exchanged worried looks. A double elimination even after K. Howard? Trashleen: Join me outside.

Norm: It kills me to lie… but the longer I’m here, the harder I fall for her. Could we actually make it work; even with my original mission hanging over us?

Trashleen: Norm? You look disappointed — I appreciate that. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you’re here for the right reasons. Norm: I promise I am! I’ve got what you need, Trashleen, just give me a chance! Trashleen: Good luck in the next challenge. You’re safe.

Dusty: I know, I know! I’ve gotta stop overthinking and just give it everything I’ve got. If Trashleen really got to know me, I think… I hope she’d like me.

Trashleen: Dusty, I feel like we’ve been here before. I want to get to know you, but you keep having near misses! With so few of you left, those slips could land you in the bottom if you’re not careful. You’re safe… for now.

Apple: Oh damn, guess it’s time for my pits and bits bath, man! Can’t wait for the sequel with Lil’ Trashy! Part two’s gonna be wild!

Rocky: Whaddaya know? The Stallion and the Filly hittin’ the town! One night’s all I need to make her my woman!

Matvei: These pretenders do not measure up! I will return next week, my darling Trashleen! Stronger, faster, and fueled by love and glorious purpose!

Trashleen: Rocky, I’m so glad we’ll finally get to spend some time together. Apple, I’m looking forward to more time with you, and Matvei, I saw how hard you tried. You’re exempt from elimination anyway, but I know you wanted this. You’re all safe.

Trashleen: This week was all about health and wellbeing. To celebrate, I will not be giving out vodka tonight. This decision is in no way related to our…‘budget adjustments.’ Tits nodded in the background, her eyes screaming ‘liar’. Trashleen: Will Apple, Rocky, and Matvei please step forward?

Trashleen and Tits faced the dwindling lineup, tension thicker than Tits’ perfume. Trashleen: Welcome to another elimination! K. Howard’s gone, and he’ll be missed, but I can’t stand dishonesty. Well… that and cheap airport cigarettes. Mostly dishonesty.

The brief reprieve vanished in a blink. You stumbled upon a review from a barely followed pickme account; a half-baked rant wedged between poor fart jokes. “Sometimes it’s good to be completely out of the loop,”. You envy their IQ-driven ignorance as you sit, trembling in fear and anticipation.

Your pulse quickens. Tears, fears, and unnameable fluids have streamed down your face as you sit, trapped in the spectacle. When the announcer mercifully declares the next episode is in two days - not tomorrow as the screen states - you exhale. Perhaps you’ll destroy your television. Perhaps not.

Rocky: That filly’s one fine Virginia Slim! I could smoke her all night long...or better yet, you know what I'm getting at.

Apple (grinning): Knew I’d score another date! Lil’ Trashy, baby, you’re mine!

After a long day of climbing, Apple and Rocky emerged victorious! Trashleen: Congratulations, you two! Apple, I can’t wait to pick up where we left off. And Rocky, I’m excited to get to know you… that fragrant cigarette tells me you’re a man after my own heart!

Matvei: I am bereft, my darling. I ache for you… but next week, I shall conquer.

Round two saw Dusty fall to Rocky, and a heartbroken Matvei defeated by Apple in his tiny shorts.

The four men leapt at the chance to climb back into Trashleen’s heart. First up: Larry vs. Bubba; Bubba wiped out fast. Then Norm fell to Matvei, and finally, Matvei crushed Larry to claim K. Howard’s spot in round two.

Trashleen: Gentlemen, K. Howard has left the competition. There’ll still be an elimination, but in his honour, I’m giving you one more chance. You’ll face off against each other to claim his spot in round two. Make it count.

K. Howard (smiling): Trashleen’s a fine young lady. I regret lying to her…and to myself, but it’s tough out there! Now, about that mother of hers… perhaps she appreciates experience and a bit of seasoning?

Trashleen suddenly saw the frail old man before her and, despite herself, pulled him into a gentle, cigarette-scented hug. Trashleen: You know what? I’ve been twenty-nine more times than I can count. I have to disqualify you, but I hope you find your perfect match someday. Before it's too late.

Trashleen: Eighty-seven?? My mother’s younger than you! I’m very disappointed, K. Howard! K. Howard (perking up): Mother, you say…?

Trashleen: I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, K. Howard. K. Howard (sighing): Thank you, dear. Truth be told, I don’t deserve your kindness. I’m for… fifty…si… fine, I’m eighty-seven! I know my youthful good looks fooled everyone, but you deserve the truth.

K. Howard (relieved): I’m ever so grateful to young Apple! I’ve been living a lie, and Trashleen deserves the truth. That fine young man is far more worthy than I… though I am still remarkably youthful for my age. My true age.

The Reaper chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. Reaper: As you wish, young Apple! K. Howard’s been ‘in his prime’ for decades. Maybe ease up on the green and check that hardfront for clues? K. Howard floated upright again; somewhat refreshed, but definitely not reborn.

Competition or not, Apple liked K. Howard. As the Grim Reaper appeared, Apple took a deep breath and stepped forward. Apple: Hey, Reaper dude? My guy K. Howard’s in his prime, man! Way too young to die. Cut him some slack, yeah?

Trashleen: I think he might be…dead! Bubba threw up on the spot. He came her for love, not The Squid Games.

Tits: It’s fine! Happens all the time. Someone grab a hose, we’ll have him walking in no time! K. Howard lay motionless in a heap while the suitors moved closer, horror creeping across their faces.

Tits: Well done, gentlemen! I’m almost interested myself! That was hot! Round two will be more of the same, except… K. Howard, you’re looking a bit dewy. I know I’m an incredibly sexy, powerful woman, but do try to contain yourself. K. Howard turned grey as he slumped onto his knees.

Rocky (relieved): The Stallion’s still got it, baby! Didn’t even have to grease any palms this time!

Bubba slipped faster than Rocky’s human hair unit on a hot day! As he hit the mat with a thud, Rocky sighed in relief, just before his own grip gave out. Two falls, one bruised ego, and a toupee barely hanging on.

Last up: Rocky and Bubba! Bubba had been drifting through the competition like a wave with nowhere to crash, while Rocky kept getting edged out at the finish line. Both wanted this win; Bubba to stay afloat, and Rocky to prove he’s still The Stallion.

Dusty: This is my time and my date to win!

Next up: Dusty and Norm! Neither had scored a date with Trashleen yet, but both had come close; Dusty with quiet determination, Norm with suspiciously well-documented charm. Today, they each had something to prove. Norm was the first to fall dreams dashed, pride bruised, and bum slightly more so.

K. Howard (smirking): K. Howard’s in the game! Poor old Larry… the wall was clearly too much for a man his age. Good thing I’m still in my prime!

Larry made the fatal mistake of showing off. Larry: Hey baby, check me out! I could climb you if you just - waaaargh! And just like that, Big died... uh, Larry crashed back to Earth, ego first.

Next up: Larry and K. Howard! Both knew they were slipping behind in the race for Trashleen’s heart, and today, they were determined to prove they still had plenty of grip left.

Apple (grinning): Back in the game, baby! Date number two for lil’ Trashy and Apple! The universe clearly approves.

Unfortunately, Matvei was the first to fall. Matvei: Trashleen, my love! Forgive me! I have failed you! He hit the mat with the weight of a thousand disappointed comrades.