There was a flood of people bursting out of the "stadium" where the Brutal Insult Wars were taking place. Billie Joe did his best to only allow certain people to exit (mainly the castaways, friends of Gerard) but a lot of others escaped, running to watch. To everyone's horror, Alex was right. Gerard was hidden up in a tall palm tree.

"Guys remember when I fell?" Dallon asked. "It was a disaster!"

"This better not happen to Gerard!" Ryan said. "I mean, it was okay when it happened to you because I hated you at the moment but I don't hate Ger-" Brendon elbowed Ryan and mouthed the words, "Be nice."

Ray ran to the base of the tree. "Gerard! Why won't you come down?"

Gerard yelled down to them, sobbing. "Because Patrick said such mean things to me!"

"Gerard, he had to!" Mikey said. "It's an Insult War!"

"Brutal Insult War." Billie Joe correctly, eating a cheese stick.

"Oooh can I have a bite?" Mikey asked.

Billie Joe tilted the cheese stick toward Mikey and he bit off a chunk. "Ew you bite string cheese? Remind me never to talk to you again."

Patrick got close to the tree and yelled to Gerard. "I didn't mean any of it!"

Frank sighed in relief. As he recalled, Patrick had called Gerard pretty which was very unacceptable. Good thing he didn't mean it.

"I don't wanna come down!" Gerard said.

Mikey knew what he had to do. There was only one way Gerard was coming down. Mikey stood at a perfect distance where Gerard could hear him. He opened his mouth and sang. "Does anyone have the guts to shut me up? Cause I believe that every night there's a chance we can walk away. So hold on tight. Because I won't wait too long, in the drums of the beating rain."

Gerard was halfway down the tree by the time Mikey stopped. Everybody on the beach was stunned into silence. Gerard embraced Mikey in a tight hug.

"You sang... You sang my song?" Gerard asked, new tears forming in his eyes, happy tears.

"Of course I did... brother."

They hugged again, earning dozens of "awww's" from around the beach. Eventually they headed back inside the stadium and the next round began. Some viewers of the Brutal Insult War couldn't stand the cringey wholesomeness of the moment and had to go home.

Ryan and Mikey stared down each other at their positions

Ryan started first. "Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO BROIL YOU!"

"Honey, this stage isn't big enough for the two of us" Mikey spat back.

"I chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of... coming up with good insults?"

Mikey clenched his hands into fists. "Life will be but a dream for you because in a moment you'll be DEAD!"

That's when it happened. Ryan lunged at Mikey. He tackled him to the ground and threw punches to his face. Mikey tried to fight back but it was no use, Ryan's strength came from anger.

A whistle blew loud as Alex and Zack grabbed Ryan and Jack and Rian grabbed Mikey.

"Error #209. Participant attacked another participant. Ryan Ross is disqualified. Mikey has won." Rian said, while scribbling onto a pad of paper.

Ryan was escorted out of the room swearing.

"Alrighty then. Now let's have Patrick and Andy."

The room got loud again as people discussed the upcoming round. Band mate vs. band mate? This was going to be interesting. Zac Farro pulled out his phone and began recording.

"Hey, Zac!" Billie Joe called out. He was enjoying some Pizza Goldfish like a cool kid in fourth grade. "I see that! Put that camera away! This isn't a zoo, it's like a movie theater, you can't record here. Oh and no flash photography either! That means you, Gabe Saporta. Don't think I didn't see you zooming in on Pete's butt earlier."

Patrick and Andy approached the mics. Both seemed exceptionally nervous. The audience held their breath. The room was quiet. Would this be the end of a friendship? Would they even try and throw shade at each other?

"If you knew what the bluebirds sang at you, you would never sing along!" Andy said. He still seemed uncomfortable and nervous.

Patrick cleared his throat. "How sad. It looks like the person I'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger right now." Patrick said in a sad voice.

Andy froze. He didn't mean it. No, he didn't mean it at all! He didn't want to hurt Patrick. Patrick was the kindest friend he had and here he had gone and hurt his feelings. Andy couldn't believe himself. Did he really just hurt Patrick to win an insult war? And for what? It was all a stupid war so they could leave this island! He didn't mean to hurt Patrick!

"I SURRENDER!" Andy yelled out of guilt.

Patrick smirked. "Ha ha, got ya there!"

Alex came back to the microphone. "Wow! A new tactic has been used! Looks like Patrick has pretended to feel sad to forcefully yank on Andy's heart strings and get him to surrender! Congrats Patrick! Now we need Brendon Urie and Pet Wents to come up please."

"It's uh... Pete." Pete corrected.

"Oh yeah. Pete." Alex said.

Both Brendon and Pete seemed a little timid as they approached the stage. The Brutal Insult War was nearing an end and it was becoming more and more intense. Brendon decided he would try and steal Patrick's guilt tactic. The only issue was that everybody knew exactly what he was doing; even Pete.

Brendon waited for Pete to begin. "I, I, I will break your jaw, I won't, I won't, I won't let you get your hopes up, because I'm going to win this battle!" Pete said. The audience "oooh-ed" and All Time Low got prepared for another potential fist fight.

"Pete, your words are knives that leave scars." Brendon said, trying to produce a few fake tears.

Pete didn't buy into his fake sadness. He wasn't stupid. Just moments ago Patrick had pulled the same stunt on Andy. And where did it land Andy? On the list of losers. "You'll remember all my insults for centuries."

Brendon gave up his stolen tactic right away, "That's false. Nobody will because no one wants you because you have no heart!"

And that was the moment when Remington Leith (a member of the audience) lost control. He pulled out a full, unopened bottle of alcohol (which was not permitted in the "stadium") and threw it with all his might at Brendon. Remington was a Pete supporter and he did not appreciate the dark insults Brendon was using. The bottle struck Brendon on the head. Brendon saw stars as he crumbled to the ground. Everybody gasped when they realized Brendon was no longer conscious.

"He just went down down in an earlier round!" Pete said, in a more confused voice than aggressive one.

All Time Low rushed over to help. Zac muttered into his walkie talkie, "Error #126. Audience member has attacked participant." They pulled Brendon off the ground and carried him away. A few paramedics came rushing in. Vic Fuentes propped Brendon's head up while Jaime performed several tests on Brendon. Meanwhile, Billie Joe was trying to calm everybody down. Soon, Brendon came to but he was rushed away outside. Ryan hurried over to Tony who was blocking the doorway, making sure Brendon and the doctors were left alone.

"Lemme by." Ryan demanded, arms crossed over his chest.

"Sorry sir. Authorized personnel only."

"He's my husband and I'm going through that goddamn door." Ryan said.

Tony let him pass.

"Everybody, everybody please calm down!" Billie Joe said, addressing the audience. "The person who did that has since been removed and is not allowed back in here until further notice."

"SORRY ABOUT HIM!" Sebastian Danzig yelled out from the audience.

"HE CAN BE A REAL JERK SOMETIMES." Emerson Barrett added.

"Be quiet, ya darned Kropp Circle." Billie Joe continued talking. "We are going to continue with our Brutal Insult War. We are not going to count that round there. The remaining contestants are Ryan, Brendon, Patrick and Pete. Ryan will go against Pete and Brendon will go against Patrick. Since Ryan and Brendon are both missing in action, we will break for dinner. Outside I have created a little pub and everybody is welcome to go get free dinner and drinks."

While everybody filed out, the contestants were urged by Billie Joe to stay behind and wait until the audience got their food. After a little bit of waiting, they rushed into the pub and loaded plates full of food.

Dallon dragged Mikey by the elbow to a corner of the pub where nobody could hear them.

"Hey Mikey, do you want to become celebrities back at the house?" Dallon asked Mikey in a hushed voice.

"What does that even mean?"

"I say we fill up several plates of food and carry them back to the house. We can hide them in the fridge. That way when we don't have any food tomorrow, if we pass this challenge and keep the house, we can tell everybody that we have food! They would all love us!" Dallon explained.

"I don't know Dallon... What if Billie Joe finds out? Surely we'd be in a lot of trouble for stealing food."

"It's not stealing, Mikey. It's called surviving. We don't know if he's going to tell us we failed and rip the house away from us tonight? We'd starve!"

"Okay fine. But let's hide the food in the woods so it won't disappear along with the house if he takes it away. Deal?"

"Deal. God, Dallon I hope I don't regret this.