On the way home in the car, he's already coming up with baby names, so I guess either she said yes or he decided it didn't matter what she had to say. He wants to name the baby Coltrane if it's a boy and Billie if it's a girl, so you are now on notice that Professor Dorkus is one of those insufferable, self-important, jazz-liking college professors you probably couldn't stand unless you were, in fact, sleeping with them, in which case you learned to hate them later. Jaime tells him he doesn't have to ask her to marry him or anything, but he says he wants to, and...

...juuust then, a giant truck bears down on them from the side, arriving just in time for a collision that would be extremely difficult to plan ahead of time, since getting a truck like that up to speed requires some road room in order to perfectly strike a car at a ninety-degree angle, and you'd have to do some rather elaborate calculus to even come close. But anyway, it is a devastating crash that sends Jaime and Professor Dorkus's car rolling probably ten or twelve times before it finally stops, and even then, only by smashing into a tree. Professor Dorkus finds himself hanging upside-down from his seatbelt, apparently unharmed (wow, believable!), but when he calls out to Jaime, she doesn't answer. And then we watch as Starbot exits the cab of the truck, where she has apparently killed the driver and left him slumped over in the seat. Now I ask you: how did she set that crash up? How on earth did she find herself a semi truck, figure out the precise moment that Jaime and Professor Dorkus would be arriving at that intersection based on when they left after dinner...I mean, it's absurd, even compared to how absurd they're admitting it is. I mean, on the absurdity scale, where replacing parts of a girl with parts of a toaster is a 7.5, this is at least an 8.2. Think about that.