Cut to the Dolt assisting the restored Piper to her feet. They exchange pleasantries with neither, oddly enough, commenting on Piper's advanced stage of pregnancy. A hissing noise reaches their ears from the depths of the cave. "What's that?" Piper hesitates. "Our little boy," the Dolt replies as Chris Of The Spider Woman emerges from the shadows to glower at them. Concerned for Piper's safety, the Dolt waves a hand around in front of her face, and she immediately orbs outside, where she joins her sisters by the cave's entrance. They barely have time to greet each other before Chris Of The Spider Woman appears in the entranceway to reseal it with webbing of his own. The Glamorous Ladies gape.
Inside, the Dolt backs away from his rapidly advancing and supremely pissed-off son. "C-c-can't we j-j-just talk about this for a minute?" the Dolt stammers. "A minute?" Chris sneers, gripping my useless father-in-law by the throat and slamming him down into Rathmere's remains. "We have the next hundred years!" Chris Of The Spider Woman yanks violently on the Dolt's throat and drags him into the final commercial break. Oh, this is going to be good.
The Presidio. Piper deploys her Hands Of Discontent about six times in a row, but nothing's getting through Chris's webbing. The ogre offers to pound rocks some more, but Raige thanks him and tells him they can handle things from here on out. The Stoopid Magikal Kreatures take their leave, allowing Piper enough privacy to berate her sisters for summoning the stupid Dolt in the first place. Phoebe and Raige protest weakly but quickly shut up, because both know better than to fuck with a pissed-off Piper.