Anyway, the Dolt unleashes some of that sporking electricity last used on Snidely to lift Stupid Uncle Phil off his feet and slam him up against the wall of the support tower, where the Dolt fries Uncle Phil's stupid ass for a bit as spectral Barbas snickers in the background, displaying each and every one of Billy Drago's rotten teeth in the process. "Where's Barbas?" howls the Dolt, and I am seriously not going to look at Brian Krause's face again for the rest of this episode, as it's now morphed from that of our horrid president into The Angrily Constipated Chimpanzee Face Of Unwatchable Ire And Rage. "I don't know!" Stupid Uncle Phil whimpers, answering a question I'd already forgotten the Dolt had asked. "For God's sake, stop!" Stupid Uncle Phil pleads. For some reason, the Dolt does, and the now somewhat crispy Stupid Uncle Phil drops to the floor of the tower. "Damn! So close!" Barbas hisses as Stupid Uncle Phil pushes himself onto his hands and knees, warily eyeing the hideous Dolt. With that, Barbas flickers out, leaving the two stupid ever-useless Elders to pant and grimace us into the opening credits.

The freshened credits, incidentally, include a couple of new shots of everyone involved, plus an overabundance of snippets from the latter fourth of last season. Yeah, I really don't care, either.

A quick travelogue, sans Ovary but avec wailing lite-rock guitar, whisks us back over to Prescott Street, where the bony Feebs descends the main stairs to the foyer in her work outfit to clack her way into the parlor atop a pair of too-high heels, and whoa.