After Annie leaves, Asslee tells Simon, "We're right back where we were a month ago." And which crappy episode would that be? "At the same place we were at when we both wanted to have sex." Ah, that one. Well, at least this time Asslee's acknowledging that she wanted to have sex too. I'm not sure that perpetuating the notion that only guys want sex -- as this show has been doing recently with the whole Simon and Cecilia storyline -- was really doing anyone a service.
So, Reverend Hamilton is back. I honestly can't say I missed him much, but he more likeable than most of the guest stars. Right now he's trying to calm RevCam performance anxiety. Obviously, he's a miracle worker, because he accomplishes that in about twenty seconds. Or maybe Sue realized that this is a really stupid excuse for a plot and that she shouldn't devote too much time to it. RevCam's problem handily dispensed with, Morgan now tells Eric he needs some help himself.
Patricia provides the exposition, as she complains to Annie up in The Treehouse of Terror. Neither of them is paying any attention to the twins playing with power tools, so we probably don't have to bother with them either. We learn that Morgan wants to go on tour with a jazz band instead of being a full-time minister. Hey, it's almost exactly like RevCam wanting to quit the ministry to write smutty novels! And everyone knows how enthralling that particular storyline has turned out to be. Lest you think this is too much of a coincidence to be believable, Patricia tells us that Morgan's epiphany was inspired by Eric's soul-searching. Thanks for going that extra mile to make it all so realistic, writers. Patricia is peeved, but not for any of the practical, normal reasons you might expect -- such as worry over finances. No, Patricia's reasoning runs along the same absurd lines as Annie's. As she puts it, "I married a minister, not a jazz musician." That pretty much kills any sympathy I might have been inclined to give her.