All The News That's Fit To Fuck Me. Phoebe scribbles some edits to a story at her desk as Raige orbs in with the distressing news that her scrying has failed to locate Piper and the Dolt. Phoebe orders Raige to hold that thought for a minute as she puts the paper's evening edition to bed. Raige attempts to protest, but Phoebe brusquely cuts her off to motor into the newsroom, where she issues a rapid-fire series of directives that, of course, leave everyone satisfied. Everyone but me, that is. Phoebe once again retreats to her office and locks the door, after which she and Raige clasp hands to orb out.
Manor Basement. Craven's henchdemons have carved a trench in the concrete floor. Zankou takes this opportunity to remind Craven of the Nexus's neutrality, and...thanks for that, you hot slice of Hellmeat, but I have been watching this show for seven seasons, you know, and I am also perfectly capable of remembering past plot points on my own. But it's the thought that counts, I suppose. Am I right? Craven expresses no small amount of fear in the face of the dread Woogy's "ultimate power," but Zankou just twinkles something snarkily dismissive before reciting the dread Woogy's summoning spell. Which is just as unintelligible now as it was the last time I heard it, when Cole was chanting the Craptin. However, in the interest of thoroughness, I replayed this bit eighteen times to provide you with the following:
Natum Ad A Necral
Dona In Tan La Noc
It's been a long, long time since I've had to decipher any Craptin on this show, but I do believe the above roughly translates as:
From Birth Unto Death,
Give Me The Friggin' Woogy.
The dread Woogy, incidentally, now looks like a murky, cloudy cross between its two earlier incarnations. I suppose that means it's The New New And Improved Non-Dread Non-Woogy. In any case, The New New And Improved Non-Dread Non-Woogy meanders out of the hole in the basement floor and seems to sniff at the air for a moment before lashing out and devouring whole the henchdemons who had opened the pit. Having thus sated itself for the time being, The New New And Improved Non-Dread Non-Woogy retreats back into the trench. Zankou, irked, spouts, "Good must still be present in the Manor!" He quickly groks the fact that Piper's likely hiding somewhere, perhaps incapacitated. "So what do we do?" Craven dims. Zankou takes a moment to glare at him before spitting, "We find her, you fucking moron." Or maybe he just says the first part of that.