Michael Collins: [putting together the pieces of paper that the Sleepover Club used and threw away the previous night] "Humiliation." "Heights."
Marco: Is that a place?
Matthew McDougal: I've got it. "Bats." "Puke." "Blood."
Michael Collins: Hang on, hang on. What have all these things got in common?
Marco: They're torn up.
Michael Collins: "Bats." "Blood." "Puke."
Matthew McDougal: They're all kinda gross?
Michael Collins: Exactly. Those leftover girls are planning something nasty. No points for guessing who's the target.
Matthew McDougal: Us.
Marco: Why?
Michael Collins: Like those girls need a reason. Did they need a reason for smashing up your boat? No. And this, my friend, is our chance for major payback.
Matthew McDougal: We are so onto them.
Marco: But, guys, what exactly does this tell us?
Michael Collins: It tells us they're up to something.
Marco: Does it say how? Or what?
Michael Collins: Not exactly.
Marco: Then how will we know?
Michael Collins: The usual way. I'll just follow Lyndz.