The attractive minion, meanwhile, has had more than enough of this ridiculous ruse and wings a Flaming Ball Of Death at Piper's head. She flies out of the way, landing on the upholstered bench in the alcove next to the door, and the FBOD smashes through a vase of flowers Piper had just placed on the chest of drawers in the front hall. Piper flings out her Mighty Hands Of Discontent in the hench-imp's direction, but he snipers to the floor at the last second, allowing the explosive mojo to burst harmlessly in mid-air. The attractive minion next hurls another FBOD at Chrissssty and The Retard, but they, too, manage a dodge, and the FBOD simply destroys the lavish heart-shaped floral arrangement on the dining room table. As the attractive minion conjures yet another FBOD, Chrissssty presses her fingers against her temples and thinks real hard for a second. In a rather surprising advancement for her base power, the resulting pyrokinetic pulse instantly envelops the attractive minion in a cloud of fire, and he quickly howls and explodes on his merry way to The Waste Land. "Ssssa-weeet!" ssssingssss The Retard. Piper scowls at the surviving hench-imp, who cringes and reflexively squiggles the hell away from there with a tiny whimper of fear. Hee. "Did he just say 'Triad'?" Piper shrieks. Chrissssty pants and mewls while Mugs McGowan goes pie-eyed with the exaggerated and grotesque grimacing before Piper glares her way into the first commercial break, and that entire scene was far more entertaining than it had any right to be.

Manor. Aftermath. Back in the kitchen, Chrissssty explains that she simply "got a hit" off the demons thanks to her telepathy, but she didn't recognize them from her many years in the Underworld. Raige offers to cancel her ring-buying expedition once more, but Piper's having none of that. She herself is perfectly capable of performing the required research, thank you very much, so Raige is off to meet her fiancé after she drops Chrissssty and The Retard off at The Hagquarters for safekeeping. By the way, lip service is paid to the gals' awareness of Cole's Triad-slaughtering gorefest five years ago, but we never get an explanation for their resurrection. And...scene? Yeah. Scene.