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The poll results were coming in too quickly to see. Lilly saw what she thought was a 65 next to her own name, though it could have been an 85...and it hardly mattered, as that number disappeared less than a second after it showed up, to be replaced by one with three digits. She was certain she beat Britta to that milestone, but she blinked and the Scandinavian girl's votes had passed that mark, too. The vote totals were neck and neck as they reached the final ten seconds of the poll, with Lilly's faithful supporters and all her bitchy, flame war-launching detractors squeezing every last vote they possibly could out of the episode's record-setting viewership.

Britta tried to taunt her, but Lilly just let those pathetic efforts at taunting bounce right off her confident, condescending, pearly white smile. "Britta, last I checked, Norway had the internet, and you should know what a troll is. Haters like these will jump on your bandwagon one day, and they'll stab you in your soft, sagging tits the next. Don't get a big head just because you're only gonna lose by..."

Ding! That was it. The end of the poll. The numbers kept on changing for a few more seconds as votes which just barely beat the buzzer were tabulated. But it was all over. The moderators were out in force in the chat itself, kicking members who were trying to start more fights. Soon enough, they were going to have to settle down, as the numbers froze and the poll results were final. Lilly gave Britta's tits one more hard shove, sending them bouncing and jiggling as she turned and leaned in. Without any further ado, the results of the poll were...

Lilly - 452 votes
Britta - 452 votes

"Wh..." Lilly breathed, incredulous at the result. All those votes...and it ended up...a tie...?