Steff had been listening to the conversation curiously, having originally decided to come in, make some snide remark about Cornell, and vote this guy into Sparklypoo, but she couldn't resist the urge to mess with his head.

"Nobody was supposed to know about the antennae," Steff said loudly. "That's a private thing, between Lezard and me. If he's been telling tales, I'm totally gonna take the riding crop to that cute little ass of his."