No sooner have the words left Piper's lips than Tiny Gay Chris orbs down to join the redheaded stepchild in the product-placed playpen. Tongue Boy lobs an adorably gummy grin at Tiny Chris. The freakish sociopath Piper expelled from her loins on Groundhog Day just stares blankly while drooling down the front of his overalls. Creepy-ass motherfucker. Piper frets about her little psycho's proximity to Tongue Boy, but Raige tells her not to worry, as Tongue Boy's "just a baby." "'Scuse me?" Piper squawks. "Were you at the same vanquish I was, because it took all three of us to get rid of his mother!" "It doesn't mean he's going to turn out that way," Raige argues. "He doesn't have a choice," Phoebe notes. "It's genetic." Raige admits that, as an adoptee, she's perhaps "a little biased," but she doesn't believe that biology determines destiny. Raige, honey? Wrong! Had you argued that, as a woman who devoted a good deal of her adult life to the welfare of various underage unfortunates at THE BLACK HOLE OF SOCIAL SERVICES, you don't believe biology determines destiny, I'd go along with it. However, your odd biology did determine your destiny, and your untidy adoption history has nothing to do with it at all. Whatever! Piper duhs, "This is not a child -- it's a demon." "Fine!" Raige snots, waving her hands around in the air for a bit before suggesting Phoebe activate her Fucking Backup Band to see if she can pick up anything dark and demonic nestled deep within the kid's soul. Phoebe does so, and after a moment is forced to admit that she senses "nothing, good or evil." "My point exactly!" Raige crows triumphantly. "Clay to be molded!" Oy. I think Raige needs the post-sweeps hiatus as much as I do. Piper remains unconvinced and more than a little unsettled with this latest turn of events, but neither she nor Phoebe has any idea how to proceed.
Episode Report CardDemian: B+ | 440 USERS: B-
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