Cut to the "grungy city alley" set on the lot, where Cole staggers through a cloud of steam. The poor boy's face is looking awfully ragged and unshorn as he strips off his coat and pulls open his shirt. He grunts and pants in pain as he pries a wad of gauze from the gaping silver-dollar-sized wound in his side. You'll want a little antibacterial cream on that, honey. It's nasty. He pulls off his shirt and grunts and pants a bit more as he attempts to rip it in half. Shirtless Cole pauses momentarily in frustration, panting and gasping a bit more as he leans back against a wall. I pause to offer my heartfelt thanks to Brad Kern for this scene. Cole morphs into Belthazor, who easily tears the shirt in two. Belthazor presses the cloth to the wound, which doesn't look as nasty on him as it does on Cole, then scampers off when he hears someone approaching. Heavily Stoned Homeless Dude enters the alley, spies Cole's discarded coat, and hugs the coat to his chest possessively.
Manor parlor. Piper and Prue prop a coffee table up on its side as Piper worries, "This is going to be messy." "That's why we Scotch-Gard," Prue sniffs. Snicker. The huddle behind the table with a couple of vanquishing vials and recite, "Magic forces black and white, reaching out through space and light: be he far or be he near, bring us the demon Belthazor here." Oy. And it's a twister, Auntie Em! Right in the middle of the parlor. The two fling the vials at the figure emerging from the swirling cloud and duck behind the table. Oops. They summoned Meaty Man, not Belthazor. The vials crash against his coat and spark up, but do nothing else. Meaty Man calls them "stupid" and shoots a bolt of blue energy at them, blowing a jagged hole through the tabletop. "That was an antique," Prue growls, and TKs Meaty Man backwards. Piper freezes him in mid-air, protesting to Prue about the grandfather clock Meaty's about to smash into. "We can't afford to keep fixing that thing," pouts Piper. Shout-out? You decide.
Prue and Piper approach Meaty, still frozen in mid-air. They agree they've got the wrong guy, and Prue suggests Piper unfreeze his meaty head only, so they can find out who he is. To her own surprise and delight, Piper does just that. "What have you done to me?" Meaty asks. "Um, excuse me," snarks Prue. "You're frozen in mid-air. We'll be asking the questions. Who are you?" Meaty threatens them in response, telling them to unfreeze him immediately. Piper casually says, "Okay," before unfreezing him, and Meaty hurtles backwards into the clock, smashing it to pieces. As Meaty slumps to the floor, Prue glares at Piper. "What? It was worth it," Piper shoots back at her. Again: snicker. Piper and Prue hustle over to Meaty's side, and Prue kicks him onto his back, again asking him who he is. "I am Krell. A Zotar," Meaty replies. Krell? Zotar? Whatever the writers are on, I want some. "And I'm Prue. A Scorpio," she snits back. "Where's Belthazor?" Kwell jumps to his feet and exposits he's a demon bounty hunter, sent to find the same guy the sisters are looking for. The three stare at each other warily.