Bizarro Barbas's Underground Arboreal Retreat. Staring. Glaring. Staring some more. Finally, Phoebe breaks the ice by noting, "Nice knuckles. Brass?" "No," Phauxhawk replies. "Tiffany's." Okay, that's a little funny. The gals snipe at each other for a very long time, Bizarro Barbas makes like a hippie by urging them to work through their differences peacefully, and the ladies finally retreat to separate good-versus-evil corners to strategize. The individual sessions are quickly intercut with each other, and we realize both sets of gals are having the exact same conversation, which is far more entertaining than it has any right to be. While each pair would like to vanquish the other, they understand that doing so would fatally upset the balance between the worlds, so they agree to knock the other set out in order to flee the scene with Big Gay Chris and the Dolt. "Good," the Raiges conclude, "we'll orb out and grab them from behind." The Raiges and Phoebes turn back towards each other in unison, clasping hands and dissolving into clouds of orbs and, uh, Darklighter stuff at the same time. The two clouds rise to smash into each other above the center of the garden, with the resulting explosion sending each cloud back to from whence it originated to dump the Phoebes and Raiges on their respective asses. "That sucked," opines Phauxhawk. "I'll take mine, you take yours," Phoebe instructs Raige. Phauxhawk stalks past Raige to engage in a little Feeb-fu with her doppelganger as Baige conjures a Darklighter crossbow and begins shooting arrows at Raige. Raige hollers, "Arrow!" over and over again, sending the things to the ground with her orbing telekinesis. Meanwhile, in a quick and fairly well done combat sequence, Alyssa Milano basically fights herself for all of ten seconds. I think they limited it to ten seconds because they knew they couldn't maintain the illusion any longer than that, but you know what? For once they've made the right decision, so let's keep this moving, shall we?