Upstairs, RevCam is puttering around the hallway. Kevin walks by, his gun hanging limply down his boxer shorts. The sight of it startles RevCam so much that he lets out a barely audible "whoo." He gets over his shock when Kevin tells him he broke up a fight between Simon and Matt, asking what it was about. Kevin says he doesn't really know. Not knowing everything about everyone makes RevCam angry, and he takes it out on Kevin by telling him not to keep his gun in the CamPound. Kevin doesn't understand why RevCam is requesting this; if someone was really breaking into the house, RevCam would call the police, and then they'd show up with their guns anyway, so really, Kevin is saving everyone time here by cutting out the middleman. I don't really have an opinion about keeping guns in your house one way or the way here, but I think it's extremely rude of Kevin to not even ASK if he could keep a gun in a house with one inhabitant who has actually been shot before and two very dim and curious young children who can't even figure out proper underwear application procedures, let alone gun safety. Kevin says he keeps his gun and bullets securely locked and hidden away separately, so there's no need to worry. RevCam says that Kevin is free to do whatever he wants with his gun in the privacy of his own home, but as long as he insists on living in the CamPound, he has to leave the gun outside. Starting right now.

Kevin handled, RevCam runs downstairs to spy on his sons, tiptoeing around to preserve the most optimum overhearing conditions. He finds Matt and Simon sleeping on the couches and not whispering about anything RevCam wants to hear, so he rudely wakes them up and asks if anyone wants to have some of the pie that Annie was trying to save for tomorrow. Dude, I would not touch that pie. If it doesn't have whatever poison Annie is currently trying out to murder her family with, you'd still be killed when Annie found out that you ate her precious pie before you were supposed to. She'd rip you apart, limb from limb. And then she'd make a new, open-crust pie with a filling made of your body parts, and put it on the kitchen table to serve as a warning to the rest of the house. I don't know anyone would be so freaked out about having a gun around when they have Crazy Annie to worry about.