TAG TEAM SURVIVOR
Nick Stuart: We’re just moments away from kicking off the next challenge in the ongoing series of PRIME Tag-Team Survivor to determine who the first champions of the new era will be!
Richard Parker: We’re also just moments away from a collective fever dream, because this stuff has all been weird so far.
Nick Stuart: And before we begin tonight’s Survivor event, PRIME would like to officially welcome the Voss Family Reunion here in Las Vegas, all the way from Australia!
The camera cuts to a shot of the Las Vegas strip, just outside the MGM Grand resort and casino, where a large crowd of fans has gathered to get up close and personal with tonight’s Survivor competitors. It then focuses on a massive swath of people dressed in matching “VFR 2022” tee shirts, at least a few hundred strong. Many of them are waving Australian flags.
Richard Parker: Good lord, that’s a lotta kids.
Nick Stuart: As I understand it, each of our teams competing tonight will have to collect a small souvenir flag from the Voss family.
Richard Parker: Seriously. Look at them all.
Nick Stuart: So at least one of the challenges should be fairly straightforward.
Richard Parker: How does one family make so many tiny people? The mind reels.
As Richard’s existential crisis on the nature of Australian mating rituals continues, the camera feed changes to a shot of a hallway, and an open doorway.
Nick Stuart: Well fans, it looks like we’re kicking things off inside the building. We’ve been informed that one of the scavenger hunt goals is to get a small owl statue from the office of Lindsay Troy herself!
Richard Parker: So. Many. Children.
Eleven fully grown adults (and one mannequin) stand huddled outside the threshold, all of them exchanging nervous glances and hushed whispers. It’s a simple enough task in theory. Go in. Get an owl. GTFO.
“I’m not going in first. The baron said specifically not to piss her off!”
“Baron’s not a title. It’s his first name.”
“Hey dude, you think if all twelve of us go in that we can convince her to just let us wrestle?”
“I don’t know, bro. Sounds risky.”
“No, we are not assassinating Melvin. And how are you even talking? Your head fell off.”
“[time travel noises]”
It’s just that no one seems too keen on getting that particular ball rolling.
That’s why nature created Sid Phillips.
The big man exhales an exasperated sigh through his nose, and then does the first thing his brain thinks of. If you’ve been paying attention, you already know what this is. If King Blueberry was paying attention, he would have seen big Sid grab El Hijo Del Super Cool Guy and powerbomb him through the open door and into the office of Lindsay Troy.
The King finds himself shoved to the front of the line, and what follows is the sound of 10 people all taking one giant step back.
King Blueberry: So this is how I die.
He falls to his belly, takes a deep breath, and begins snake-crawling into the open office in search of both mannequin and owl.
Lindsay Troy: What the fuck are you all doing?
The camera pans back to reveal that Lindsay Troy is standing in the hallway behind the huddle of Survivor dorks. At the sight of her, there is a sudden rush of humanity as the entire crowd surges into her office to grab an owl. King Blueberry, by the way, is still on the floor, so he’s effectively trampled by ten people.
Twice, actually. Once on the way in, and once more on the way out.
King Blueberry: (weakly) Called it.
He finishes crawling to the desk, and without getting up from the floor reaches to the desk and retrieves his own owl. The Queen of the Ring watches him crawl out of her office and down the hallway and shakes her head.
Lindsay Troy: Idiot.
The camera position switches to a shot inside the loading zone of the MGM Grand. The facilities crew is milling about. A few are chatting over coffee. One man carries a ladder across the loading bay.
And then there’s the forklift.
The driver’s cage has been repaired and reinforced since having to endure the incredible bulk of Bobby Dean, and the chocolate has long since been washed off the cart, but in the months since it was joyridden throughout the building no one has removed the turkey costume, or the feather boas.
Nick Stuart: We’re jumping now to a live shot of the second scavenger hunt item to be found inside the MGM Grand.
Richard Parker: Nick, I’m looking at this and getting a little worried. The crew is still working. Do they know what’s about to happen?
Quick perspective shift. We’re still in the loading area, but now the camera is aimed at the tunnel that allows passage between this part of the building and the arena proper. The tunnel that at this moment contains a herd of stampeding wrestlers (and one mannequin) barreling towards a forklift.
The panic among the crew is palpable. Ladders and tools are dropped. A few people dive behind crates. One man very clearly shouts, “Goddammit, I’m too old for this shit!” before stepping back into his office and slamming the door.
Richard Parker: I guess that answers my question, then.
Nick Stuart: Joe Fontaine reaching for something on his belt.
Joe Fontaine, by the way, is wearing a Batman-style utility belt full of items that look to have been pilfered from a toy store. There’s a pouch, a collection of stylized J-shaped boomerangs, and a kendama – the Japanese ball and string toy.
What Joe is reaching for at this moment is the bag, and a moment later a flood of marbles are dumped onto the floor in front of the crush of grapplers. Pat Cassidy, Jonathan Rhine, and Nate Colton are the first victims the marbles claim, each one slipping and tumbling to the ground. For his part, Sid Phillips deftly moves through the sea of spheres, either because he was aware of what his partner was doing, or because the hockey stick he’s carrying allows him to deke his way through the field of circular caltrops.
Or both. Probably both.
Some soft hands on that Phillips kid, though. Gordon Bombay would be proud.
Nick Stuart: Joe Fontaine is the first one to retrieve a boa from the forklift for his team!
Richard Parker: And it looks like Sid Phillips can add a second skill to his resume beyond powerbomb: slapshot.
Garbage Bag Johnny staggers through the field of marbles, before stepping on one and stumbling forward. He’s caught by Sid, who does the first thing that comes to mind. You know what it is.
Nick Stuart: Powerbomb by Sid Phillips onto the marbles!
Richard Parker: Which might be worse than stepping on a Lego.
Nick Stuart: Phillips with the hockey stick again, what’s he going to… oh.
Richard Parker: Huh.
Nick Stuart: Well that’s a choice, I guess.
They’re saying this because Sid Phillips just powerbombed the hockey stick onto Garbage Bag Johnny.
Marbles roll. Boas fly. A crewmember who decided to hang out and watch this debacle gets his coffee knocked out his hands by a J-shaped boomerang.
Nick Stuart: It looks like each team has collected their boa.
Richard Parker: Great. Now who’s going to collect all the marbles? Maybe give them to Blueberry. That guy lost his a long time ago.
Nick Stuart: I’m not dignifying that with a response.
Richard Parker: I mean you just did, so.
We’re greeted to an outside shot of the MGM Grand from above. How does PRIME do it? A whole-ass squadron of drones, baby.
The doors to the resort burst open, and out pours the Survivor competitors into the Las Vegas streets. The Voss Family in particular is enthused, as hundreds of children – all likely up well past their bedtimes – cheer on the group and pass out small souvenir flags.
Richard Parker: Imagine the diapers, Nick. The horror.
Nick Stuart: I think I’ll pass on that one, Richard.
Richard Parker: The horror.
The current shot switches to a limousine parked outside the Grand. On the roof, near the skylight, a Baby Dusk doll sits brooding in his tiny overcoat.
Nick Stuart: Garbage Bag Johnny and Nova trying to get onto the roof of the limo, as the Baby Dusk dolls are one of the items that they’ll need to collect in order to try and win this competition!
Richard Parker: Yeah, but it looks like they’ve got company.
Nick Stuart: Pat Cassidy and Brock Newbludd are on the scene!
The Saturday Night Specials, also aiming for the same doll, climb up onto the limo and begin to try to pull both Johnny and Nova off.
Richard Parker: Those are the last guys I would want in control of my car.
There’s a scuffle, and Nova’s head is bounced off one of the rear windows, but eventually both members of the SNS manage to get their hands on the doll. This is where they realize that the doll isn’t moving, likely having been affixed to the roof by something.
Nick Stuart: I don’t think the driver has an idea what’s going on here…
Indeed, the driver pokes his head out the window to try and figure out why his car is being jostled about, when the driver’s side door is pulled open, and the driver is yanked out of the car GTA-style.
Richard Parker: I take it back. That is the last guy I would want driving my car.
“That” would be Future Garbage Bag Johnny of the Future of Wrestling, who flashes a thumbs-up out the window before turning the key and starting off down the street, with both Cassidy and Newbludd hanging onto the skylight for dear life.
Richard Parker: Do you know if these guys have to sign new hold-harmless deals for this?
Kevin Dunn would be downright orgasmic with the amount of camera cuts happening tonight. The most recent bringing us to just outside of Gordon Ramsay’s Hells Kitchen, where an actual fight has broken out between the Winds of Change and Fighting For Nora.
Nick Stuart: Just weeks ago these two teams were on the same tribe trying to advance in Survivor, but tonight all bets are off. Jonathan Rhine trying to scoop Joe Fontaine…
Richard Parker: And what the hell is Fontaine doing now?!
Nick Stuart: He slips away… rolls through, and…
Those are the sounds a Jobberang makes when it hits Rhine in the chest, and then falls limply to the ground. Jobberangs, for the uninitiated, are the J-shaped boomerangs that Fontaine has been flinging all evening.
And is immediately met with a right to the jaw by Paxton Ray.
Nick Stuart: Ray not wasting any time. He’s pressing his advantage.
The bayou brawler advances on the staggering Fontaine, but is sent reeling himself by the massive Sid Phillips.
Let’s see if you can guess what happened. I’m thinking of a word. Nine letters long. Starts with a ‘P’ and ends with an ‘owerbomb’.
Nick Stuart: Powerbomb by Phillips!
Way to ruin the surprise, Nick.
In the commotion, Rhine grabs the object the two teams were fighting for from inside a PRIME-branded satchel, and immediately rolls his eyes.
Richard Parker: Is that a garden gnome?
Yes, Richard. Yes, it goddamn is.
Smash cut, because we’re all over the goddamn map at this point! Thank god for the drones.
This time we’re outside the Eiffel Tower at Paris Las Vegas, where Garbage Bag Johnny and his future-shifted counterpart are rummaging through a collection of kiosks for WarmCold. This particular display is for the hottest of the WarmCold launch flavors, “Sizzlin’ Fajita Volcano.”
The limo they commandeered is currently wrapped around a palm tree and smoking from the hood.
Richard Parker: You know, I still don’t get the whole “I eat pain cream” thing.
Nick Stuart: PRIME would like to take a moment to thank its sponsor, WarmCold, the edible alternative to IcyHot. Now available in five exciting flavors.
Richard Parker: Are you shilling right now?
Nick Stuart: Grab yourself a refreshing tube of “Pink Lemonade Catastrophe” flavor and kick back by the pool.
Richard Parker: Nick, are you okay?
Nick Stuart: Or for those cold winter nights, snuggle up with someone special and a tube of “Mint Hot Chocolate Dysphoria.”
Richard Parker: This must be what having a stroke feels like.
Meanwhile, as Johnny and Future Johnny dig through tubes looking for a second flavor, both current and future versions of Nova casually stroll up. They’re holding CVS bags. Nova reaches into his and produces a second flavor of WarmCold, this one simply labeled “Green Apple.”
Richard Parker: Is it legal to pay for items that are supposed to be scavenged?
Nick Stuart: Unless the rules state otherwise, I’m going to have to say no.
Richard Parker: Since when does this competition have rules?
Nick Stuart: Pretty ingenious move though, I have to say.
Further along the Vegas strip, we catch up with Naughty By NATE-ure, Nathan Filmix and Nate Colton. The two men have discovered another of the items that they’re supposed to collect and return to the MGM Grand. In this case, it’s a Baby Dusk doll. The problem is that the doll is about ten feet in the air and attached to a telephone pole.
Nick Stuart: Filmix and Colton – arguably the two best pure wrestlers in Survivor – now faced with the task of retrieving a Baby Dusk from on high.
Richard Parker: “On a high” is probably the best way to describe whoever thought those dolls were a good idea.
Nick Stuart: They’ve sold out every time they’ve been in production, Richard.
Richard Parker: I didn’t know they mass-produced toys in the middle ages.
The two Nates begin to execute a quickly communicated strategy, but when Nate Colton puts his hand on the telephone pole he pulls it away almost immediately. He mouths a single word to his partner.
For the purpose of decency, your author will refrain from making a joke about sticky poles in Las Vegas.
Nick Stuart: Judging by Colton’s reaction, it looks like some sort of substance has been smeared on that pole.
Richard Parker: I wonder if the Glue Factory has been expanding their business beyond the bounds of the building. This is the second time we’ve seen a Baby Dusk stuck to something tonight.
Colton and Filmix reposition themselves by the base of the telephone pole, with Colton adopting a wide, low stance.
Nick Stuart: This unlikely duo seems to have really gelled in the last few weeks. Some great teamwork is on display here as Colton gets ready to boost Filmix up to get that doll.
The larger Colton helps lift Filmix up, their combined height putting the doll well within reach. Filmix gets most of the doll, the head staying behind due to the adhesive power of the Civil Dusk that holds it in place.
The 101st wing of the royal PRIME drone armada springs to life, bringing the viewing faithful a shot of the Bellagio fountain in between rounds of its impressive display, and of the tiny idiot currently ordering two larger idiots around.
Casual viewers who tuned in to ReVival 7 might remember Dr. Zeke D. Badguy, Esq. as “that guy who was there, or whatever,” but the more loyal will also remember that his outfit was dumb.
Dr. Badguy, Esq: Barry… Rocko… DUMP THE CRABS!
Richard Parker: What is it with this guy and crabs?
Two men in black sweatshirts and matching Zorro masks each dump a crate of live blue crabs into the fountain. Which, given the size of the fountain and the fact that it’s not a salt water solution, isn’t going to do much except slowly murder a bunch of aquatic wildlife and piss off the Bellgaio facilities people.
Oblivious to the “danger” presented by the pool of pesky pinchers, Pat Cassidy and Brock Newbludd of the Saturday Night Specials make their way to the water’s edge. Newbludd takes a mighty swig from the bottle he carries, and then hands it off to his partner before diving into the fountain.
Nick Stuart: Fans, I cannot stress this enough: normally the Bellagio does not condone or allow swimming in its fountain, given the safety hazard that it presents, but tonight a special exception is being made for our competitors.
Richard Parker: Real talk? What has anyone done so far in this competition that would be considered “condoned” under normal circumstances?
Nick Stuart: That’s a great point, Richard. And I feel like it’s a great time to tell all our viewers that you should not, under any circumstances, try what you’re watching tonight at home.
Richard Parker: Or any other night for that matter.
Let’s talk about Brock Newbludd for a minute.
Remember how he dove into the fountain while these two were yappin’ away?
He emerges from the water, breaking the surface like the sculpted visage of Poseidon himself, the god of the ocean resplendent among his domain. Beads of water slowly glide along the ripples of his bulging, marblesque muscles, revealing every intimate contour of his hulking, masculine physique. His arms thrust their way into the water, cutting through it with a precision that is both powerful yet tender. His legs pump like pistons. Each kick adding to the rhythmic sway of his hips in the wat…
Sorry about that. Got a little, ahem, uhh, you know, carried away there.
Look, have you seen his roster page? Come on. That shit ain’t fair.
Nick Stuart: Newbludd diving under the surface again. He must have his sights set on one of the poker chips that have been placed at the bottom of the fountain.
It doesn’t take long before he’s back at the surface, chip in hand. A sight that his partner is all too eager to toast.
As the SNS heads out from the fountain, the camera starts to pull away until it catches sight of four men moving at varied speeds towards the fountain. The Future of Wrestling in both present and future forms heads towards the water’s edge. They push past the gathered crowd, and then time stands still as a familiar face catches the eye of Garbage Bag Johnny.
Richard Parker: Oh no. Please no. I can’t handle this again.
Here’s what you’d see if PRIME didn’t blow the entire production budget for this disaster on drones to film things from every conceivable angle. Time would slow, there would be a suite of stringed instruments swelling before hitting its crescendo as Garbage Bag Johnny and Muriel Puddings meet face to face for the first time in weeks. Dozens of little heart-shaped potatoes would encircle the two, before the camera slowly panned up and to the right, leaving us all to wonder.
But alas there are no potato hearts, and there is no sexy-time violin music. Because drones.
Nick Stuart: Looks like there’s a conversation happening among the Future of Wrestling, and it looks like… Well, I’ll be damned, it looks like Johnny is leaving the competition. Very similar to what he did during the boulder roll challenge at Culture Shock.
Richard Parker: Oh thank god. I thought we were going to have to watch them do… things. Again.
Muriel takes Johnny by the arm and begins to walk away, then pauses and offers her other arm to Future Johnny leaving Nova and Future Nova to try and gather a poker chip from the fountain.
Richard Parker: OH GOD the picture in my head might actually be worse!
Another quick camera cut, and this time we get a drone shot of a Porsche Cabriolet with the top down. The car also happens to be full of pudding. Banana, if you’re curious, and really why wouldn’t you be.
Nick Stuart: That’s… huh.
Richard Parker: Is that part of the scavenger hunt?
Of particular interest to certain members of the viewing audience is the license plate. This vehicle seems to be registered in Hawaii, so how it got here is anyone’s guess, but it’s the plate number itself that’s the real kicker. Six letters.
After all, the proof is in the pudding, and the pudding is in, well…
Nick Stuart: If my notes are correct, then yes, I believe it is.
Richard Parker: Okay. Second question. Why? Also who and when?
Nick Stuart: I genuinely don’t know. But apparently it has something to do with eyepatches.
It also has to do with Bobby Dean, though likely not by design. The Beautiful Man from Honalee has a preternatural ability to detect food in the wild, and a few hundred gallons of pudding is far too intoxicating a scent to pass up. That may be why he’s dressed like the backup goaltender for the Las Vegas Golden Knights, because a find like this must be defended at all costs. The shovel? That’s for scoopin’ and eatin’, naturally.
Richard Parker: What is even happening anymore?
The first team to approach are the Saturday Night Specials, but they’re held at bay by the large man and his shovel. To complicate matters, some of the pudding has overflowed from inside the car, making the ground around it slick and hard to stand on. He’s not just an ordinary Custard Man. Truly, Bobby Dean is a paladin of pudding. A guardian of custard.
Nick Stuart: Fans, it was only two weeks ago that the eGG Bandits were eliminated, but now Bobby Dean is out here trying to hoard a Porsche full of pudding, and I don’t even know what to say.
Richard Parker: How about “big boy wants a num-nums?” You could say that, Nick.
This continues for a little bit, as other teams begin to approach the car, and are turned away. At least until Doozer appears out of goddamn nowhere like he’s goddamn Dumbledore and whispers something in Bobby’s ear. The old bull points at an aging, angry-looking bald man standing nearby in a red coat. What shade of red? Oh, probably something overly specific with a number attached. He works a ballpoint pen around in his fingers as he eyes the pair.
Paxton Ray uses this distraction to rip the shovel from Dean’s hands.
Bobby Dean: NO I’LL NEVER GO BACK TO CHICAGO!
The two Bandits make their exit as Jonathan Rhine opens the passenger’s side door, unleashing a flood of pudding onto the street. Both members of Fighting For Nora step back to avoid it, which gives both Cassidy and Newbludd a chance to open the driver’s side, and begin digging through the yellow goo.
It’s all very “Double Dare.”
Nick Stuart: Two teams searching through the pudding, and Rhine is the first one to find something!
Richard Parker: And to say he doesn’t look happy would be an understatement.
Rhine holds up his discovery: a pudding-soaked eyepatch.
Richard Parker: Get it? “Look?” Because he was blind that one time.
It’s here where the Nate-ural Born Killers, Filmix and Colton, make their entrance. They’re followed closely by King Blueberry and his headless mannequin. The King’s feet slip on the pudding, and Paxton Ray calls his shot.
Nick Stuart: Oooh! A shot from that shovel by Paxton Ray, and Blueberry is down!
Richard Parker: I hope for his sake that mask is padded. I hope for our sake that it’s not.
Paxton tosses the shovel aside, and lands a right on the downed Blueberry. The two scramble, but it’s hard to find traction on the pudding-soaked ground. Kinda like the other soaked Puddings will be once her and both Johnnys find a quiet spot, if you know what I mean.
(Editor’s Note, probably: Stop it, Matt.)
(Author’s Note: LOL no.)
Blueberry is the first one back to his feet, dashing off before Paxton can get a hand on him. With one hand he grabs the downed form of Super Cool Guy, and with the other manages to rip the eyepatch out of Rhine’s hand.
Nick Stuart: Nothing in the rules against that!
Richard Parker: Okay, I’m genuinely surprised he thought to do it at all. That’s almost a plan.
Nick Stuart: Well there was also the leaf blower a few weeks ago. The methods may be unorthodox, but they’ve worked so far.
Richard Parker: My therapist will be thrilled to hear it.
Before either member of Fighting For Nora can react, King Blueberry is out of their reach.
The scene switches to outside the MGM Grand, across the street to be exact. There, a beaten down Darin Zion rests inside a portable hot tub while Vickie Hall stands beside it, hands on her hips, shaking her head in disbelief. Jonathan-Christopher is also there, with LOVE CONVOY signs in hand. Of course, no one else is around.
One Survivor participant runs past the trio. Then another. Another. All of them covered in banana pudding.
Vickie pouts as she looks directly to her ALP, trembling in frustration.
Vickie Hall: My goodness, this has nothing to do with wrestling.
She shrugs her shoulders as The Vow of Virtue immediately places the signs on the ground and races over to Vickie himself, rubbing her shoulders.
Another Survivor tag team participant sprints past… leaving drops of banana pudding behind him.
Pretty Pink steps forward, away from her man’s arms. She examines the left over pudding. She bends down, sticks out her hand and puts some on her left index finger.
She pops the finger in her mouth.
Turning to Jonathan-Christopher and Darin, she tilts her head.
Vickie Hall: Tastes better than chocolate pudding.
And she begins to pout again as JC Hall is there to continue his shoulder rub.
The last camera cut of the evening brings us an overhead shot of all twelve Survivor contestants, mostly drenched and covered in banana pudding. It would be fourteen, except Johnny and Johnny went off to, well, you know.
Nick Stuart: All six teams closing in on the finish. There’s only one item left to recover, and it’s not something they’ll be able to carry without help.
Richard Parker: Is that… furniture?
Nick Stuart: It certainly is, Richard.
Richard Parker: Does it look like someone set it on fire?
Nick Stuart: I would have to say yes to that, too.
Six large, bulky pieces of office furniture are arranged on the Strip ten yards from the finish line. Did these once belong to Melvin Beauregard? Yes. Were they all burned in the Great Cleansing of 2022? Yes.
King Blueberry gets a hand on a filing cabinet, and pulls the drawers open to remove any additional weight that might be inside.
Nate-in’ But Love For Ya Baby (the team of Filmix and Colton) swoop in on a coffee table that looks as though two men could carry it easily, but Colton is stopped in his tracks when Paxton Ray grabs him by the waistband and pulls him back. Given that the banana pudding has turned the last leg of the course into a functional Slip ‘n Slide, Colton’s tumble backwards is awkward, and his head crashes hard against a heavy oak bookshelf.
Nick Stuart: I don’t like how that looked, folks. Nate Colton wasn’t able to protect himself at all on that one.
Richard Parker: Like a busted physics engine.
Nick Stuart: His partner Nathan Filmix is trying to help, but… I think we might need the trainers. Nate Colton could be concussed.
Fortunately, they’re quick to arrive on the scene, stabilizing Colton and moving him out of harms way.
Nick Stuart: It’s turned into a race! The Blue Live Crew…
Richard Parker: AKA “one guy and his real-life imaginary friend.”
Nick Stuart: …are closing on the finish line. The King looking for any way to get there quicker.
A thought comes to him, painfully obvious: jettison the mannequin. And so he does. Letting go of the filing cabinet for just a moment, he flings Super Cool Guy to the side to free up an arm to help pull the cabinet. It sails through the air like a homing missile locked on its target, the only one it’s ever known.
Joe Fontaine: (wide-eyed and trembling) No.
Richard Parker: Again?!?!
Nick Stuart: Canadian Destroyer and Joe Fontaine is down!
With the added mobility, King Blueberry drags the filing cabinet and all the gathered trinkets across the finish line.
AIR HORN GOES DOOOOOOOT
Richard Parker: That’s it. We’re officially in the evil mirror universe.
Nick Stuart: I can’t believe it myself, but King Blueberry and Super Cool Guy, Jr. have managed to pull it off.
Once past the finish, King Blueberry collapses in relief, then immediately has to roll out the way as two Novas – finishing right behind him – come damn close to dropping a coffee table on his crotch.
Nick Stuart: And there’s Fighting For Nora across the line, the Winds of Change not far behind.
Sid Phillips, with an end table slung over his shoulder, shakes his head as he drags Joe Fontaine across the finish line by his arm, leaving behind a trail of pudding like a banana-flavored slug.
Nick Stuart: The Saturday Night Specials across next, and I’m being told that unfortunately the team of Filmix and Colton will be unable to finish due to injury. Sadly that means the end of both teams in the competition, but we all applaud them for their efforts.
Richard Parker: I have to agree. These events are weapons-grade nonsense, but they certainly take their toll.
Nick Stuart: Congratulations to the four teams advancing! And I know I’m looking forward to seeing what both the SNS and the team of Filmix and Colton do here in PRIME going forward.