Not!warts. Elizabeth Dennehy has arrived to slap a little of the Whitelighter tingly touch onto the gash in Piper's shoulder while also taking part in the massive processing summit that follows. Long story short, Elizabeth Dennehy orders the gals to retrieve the Book at any cost, "if only to destroy the Nexus." Muggy McGowan's all, "Excuse me?" so Elizabeth Dennehy elaborates that "there's a spell in the Book called 'How To Banish A Suxen.'" "Suxen" is, of course, "Nexus" spelled backwards, and the ever-useless Elders placed the Nexus banish into the Book a while back on the exceedingly likely chance these nimrods would eventually lose control of the thing. No, seriously: Think about it. The Baxters, the Johnsons, and Grams -- far lesser witches all -- managed to hang on to the Nexus for more than a century, and who comes along to completely screw everything up? The long-prophesized, much-vaunted, super-wonderful Charmed Ones. Idiots.
Anyway, now that Zankou's so close to achieving his goal, the Glamorous Morons must destroy the Nexus in a preemptive strike. "But if we destroy the Nexus," Piper puzzles, "good won't have access to it, either -- we won't have access to it." Ding ding ding! Correct answer! Stupid. Elizabeth Dennehy gifts Piper with an uncharacteristically frosty stare. "I don't think the [ever-useless] Elders think that we're gonna be around long enough to worry about that," Phoebe guesses. "Not necessarily," Elizabeth Dennehy counters unconvincingly. "We're just taking precautions." Piper narrows her eyes and snorts, "Including -- lemme guess -- sealing yourselves off from us in case we fail?" Elizabeth Dennehy silently glances at each of the Glamorous Morons in turn before offering a "be well" as limp as her hair and orbing up through the ceiling. Rampant bitchery ensues, peppered by one of the Dolt's odious pep talks. Ooops. Did I neglect to mention his presence in this scene? Sorry. Not. Eventually, Phoebe slumps her shoulders and grunts, "We can't just ask the [Stoopid Magikal Kreatures] for more help." "No," Piper admits before getting a crafty glint in her eye and adding, "but maybe we can ask some bats." Much befuddled furrowing from the other nitwits present, either because they're too stupid to live or because they, along with the long-suffering and rapidly dwindling audience, remember that all vampires were vanquished when the Sole blew up their queen three years ago. Were I a betting man, I'd go with the former. Just a hunch.