...the exterior hallway, where Creo's just now squiggling in with a trio of henchthugs. "You're not supposed to be here," he notes, sounding oddly amused by the entire situation. "Actually, I think you got that backwards," Piper snorts, preparing to deploy the Mighty Hands Of Discontent. Creo conjures a Flaming Ball Of Death in response, but before either party can release any destructive mojo on the other's ass, Ssssecretly Evil Chrissssty calls out, "Stop!" from off screen. "I mean it!" she insists, lunging through Creo's henchthugs to get all up in his face. Creo scowls, but allows the FBOD to fizzle out harmlessly in his hand. "So, what?" Phoebe squints in Chrissssty's direction. "Are these hall monitors working for you now? Does [the stupid fucking bimbo retard] know about this?" Chrissssty's all, "That's no concern of yours, trash." Raige steps up to snot something defiant, so Chrissssty wheels on her to sneer, "What are you going to do about it -- vanquish me? Oh, wait! I'm human, and that's murder, and that's illegal, isn't it?" and Chrissssty? RICK GITTRIDGE. Consider yourself warned. Piper offers a frosty smile and smarms something about self-defense that I'll be ignoring because she should be blowing Chrissssty right the fuck up as I type this and whatever! and CANCELLED! and Raige finally -- finally -- grabs Piper and Phoebe's hands to orb up through the ceiling. Chrissssty spins on her heel to excoriate Creo for showing his face in Not!warts after she'd given him explicit instructions not to do so. His response makes it clear he was ordered there by a power far greater than himself, though he remains mute regarding that greater power's identity. Chrissssty's not having it and curtly reminds him, "I promised my sister [The Glamorous Idiots] wouldn't be hurt -- not 'til we're ready." A thundering herd of drums stampedes across the soundtrack for a moment before everything's swallowed up by the opening credits.
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