In the meantime, she's finished the vanquish, which she squeezes into a vial with a turkey baster, and the turkey baster appearing so close to all this discussion about Big Chris's conception takes me to a foul place involving the Dolt, a stack of skin magazines, and a sperm bank, so thank God a crappy digital insert crashes through the attic's bay window at this moment, because otherwise I might have done something drastic involving wire hangers and my carotid artery. Bosk's "flying" carpet clips Big Gay Chris, who smacks into the Book's stand before crashing to the floor. Phoebe wings the vial at Bosk's chest, but the amulet flares red and demolishes the thing. "Not this time, witch," he sneers before launching a demonic dart at her head. Phoebe ducks behind the table, frantically eyes Saba's garish bottle with something approaching panic, and blurts, "Jinny, I wish you free!" The pink whirlwind instantly erupts from the bottle's mouth to deposit a non-genied Saba atop the attic carpet, and whoops! Her ludicrous Scheherazade outfit's been replaced by something black, slimming, and decidedly demonic, and she steps forward to sneer in unaccented English, "Well, it's about time." "Who's the master now, bitch?" she snots, conjuring a Flaming Ball Of Death which she promptly embeds in Bosks's chest. Okay, she didn't actually say the "bitch" bit, but I have to admit, between The O.C. and The Chappelle Show, I've been unwittingly appending that particular word to just about every sentence that's flown out of my mouth over the last few months. It's made for some very awkward social situations, I can assure you. Anyway, Bosk howls and wails and blazes his merry way down to Hell just as Piper arrives on the scene to gape. Phoebe, incidentally, is nowhere to be seen. Saba lunges for the garish bottle still resting on the potions table, so Piper shouts a warning to her younger son on the floor. Chris flips a little telekinetic mojo at the thing, and it zips across the room into his hand. Piper deploys a couple of her own Hands in Saba's direction, but Saba dodges the resulting explosion by flinging herself onto the "flying" carpet, which plows out of the room through the shattered window. Piper goggles some more as Chris pulls himself from the floor with, "Where's Phoebe?" "Here!" comes the tinny response. "In here!" Big Gay Chris raises the bottle to his quizzical eye to find Phoebe pulling a Barbara Eden in the padded depths of the thing, complete with a three-foot-high braided blonde wig and yards of teal chiffon. "Hello," she grins goofily before being swallowed by the commercial break.
Episode Report CardDemian: B+ | 590 USERS: B-
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