Cue the memory montage over one last repeat of "Sweet Georgia Brown." Big Easy paddles his dinghy by hand. They do the Dutch dance. They lead their crowd across the Tokyo intersection. Flight Time dances on the stage of the Estates Theater. They ride their bikes, looking like buffoons. They go down the water slide in Dubai, Big Easy drags himself up the rope, and finally they dance away from the mat in Sweden.
Finally they're entering the park. "Love you, dawg," Flight Time says. "Love you too, baby," Big Easy returns. By the time they reach the mat, the model has given up and gone home and Phil's there alone. He tells them they're the last team to arrive, and Philiminates them. "Loved watching you guys race around the world, I have to say," he adds. They respond that they had a great time. Even the last four hours? Big Easy says, "Sometimes this race can tear at relationships, and I think it built ours and I love Flight Time to death, and hopefully me and him will be teammates for another twenty years, and I know we're gonna be friends forever anyway." Flight Time smiles, and in their post Philimination interview, he says they finished the race like they started it. "We're Harlem Globetrotters. We go as a team and we leave as a team. We didn't win the million dollars but the experience that we had is priceless." They hoist their backpacks and walk away from the mat, arm in arm. And Big Easy can look forward to the rest of a career that will involve autographing basketballs, jerseys, sneakers, and now, paperback copies of Metamorphosis.
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