Phil's face is starting to look like an ad for moisturizer. The other customers flee as he tosses the worker around and gulps down juice straight from the blender. As Angel and the MoG stroll inside, Cordy is gibbering about the vision she had, and Angel's trying to get her to focus on the problem at hand. On his way out, the worker warns them that Phil has "Ebola or something." Groo asks if that's "a weapon forged in magic," and Cary says, "No, forged in monkey poo." Long way for that punchline, but on the other hand who am I to judge? Angel goes toward the counter and tells Phil, "Okay, sir, you wanna just put down the super size?" Heh. Phil turns, and Angel recognizes him as the not-quite-client from that morning. Fred looks inside Phil's wallet and identifies him as "Phillip J. Spivey, from Inglewood." Angel edges closer to Phil and tries his customer service mannerisms again as he suggests that they go back to his office. It works about as well as it did before: Phil growls, "We're thirsty!" and tries to throw an appliance at Angel. Angel quickly punches Phil in the face, knocking him unconscious. And then he turns to the MoG and chirps, "Looks like we got a case!" Oh dear. He's getting gleeful again. Cordelia, why'd you tell him to focus on something besides Connor? Let him brood all he wants. It's better than the alternative.
Back at the Hyperion, Groo carries Phil into the lobby while the others follow. Phil is deposited on the couch, and everyone stares at the growing cracks in his skin. Angel sends Fred to get some water, and then says, "'We'?" Gunn says, "Glad you're having fun with this." Ha! Angel explains that Phil kept referring to himself in plural. Cordy says, "So he's pretentious," and tries to get back to worrying about Angel's dance routine. Angel dismisses her concerns: "Oh, gee. I'm in danger. What else is new?" Point. Phil is awakened by the sounds of Angel complaining. Angel adds that he wants to deal with someone else's problem, adding that "[Phil's] the one we should be concerned with, not me! This has nothing to do with me!" Naturally, that's when Phil stands, points at Angel, and declares, "This is all happening because of you! This is all your fault." And then Phil falls face-first to the floor, where he collapses into dust.