The Doogyman darts his black eyes around the now empty kitchen as Piper and her sisters race up behind him. "[Dolt]?" Piper hesitantly begins. "[Dolt], you don't want this." The Doogyman, in a heavily processed tone of voice, simply states, "Say the spell." Piper recites the following, with Raige and Phoebe joining her for the last two lines:
I am light:
I am one too strong to fight,
So go away and leave my sight,
And take with you this endless night.
They omitted two Halliwell-specific lines Phoebe saw fit to include when ridding Cole of the entity two years ago, by the way, but for some reason neglected to switch the preexisting first-person pronouns over to their third-person masculine equivalents. Why? Because this show is ass. The New New And Improved Non-Dread Non-Woogy bursts from the Dolt's body to plunge through the kitchen floor, eventually diving back down into the basement trench. The Dolt, meanwhile, has collapsed, but soon enough pushes himself up to offer the following explanation of recent events: "[The New New And Improved Non-Dread Non-Woogy] couldn't choose between Zankou's evil or the Power of Three, so it went to the only neutral territory -- me." And...I'll buy that, but only because it's late, and there are still five minutes left in this nonsensical episode. "See?" Piper smiles. "I told you it was a good thing you gave up your powers." The Dolt beams back at her -- like, shut UP, Dolt -- before the scene dissolves into the closing travelogue.
Which, quickly enough, scuttles us over to P3, where the usual thronging clot of dot-bomb yuppies has gathered for a live performance from tonight's guest testicles. Over in their private alcove, the Glamorous Ladies and the Dolt process through this evening's lessons, but only two bits of the sequence are of any importance. The first finds Elise Rothman, Girl Editor and her Dick among the crowd on the dance floor, grooving to the guest testicles, and it's just embarrassing for everyone involved when a woman of her age -- fifty -- takes it upon herself to flop and flail around a nightclub like that. Just stop it, Elise. I thought you had more dignity than that. ANY-way, the other important bit arrives at the very end, when the Dolt takes his glum leave to mop up the demonic mess back at the Manor while Raige skedaddles to finish her class schedules after sniping some more about how much she hates her job. Piper and Phoebe exchange the briefest of "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" looks before refocusing on the guest testicles. Said testicles howl themselves into yet another brief closing travelogue, which eventually deposits us in...