Up on the sun porch, Raige tries and fails to scry for Piper. The Dolt's returned from Whitelighterland, and for once, he's arrived with some useful information. While Piper was meant to draw the sword from the stone, it was only to pass the thing along to the true Chosen One. Phoebe supposes that Piper's actually the new Jacuzzi Floozy, and the Dolt confirms that Phoebe's not entirely wrong. The Dolt further notes that "only the ultimate power on earth can handle Excalibur," which is why Piper's turning "evil." Phoebe, by the way, has been lugging Tiny Gay Chris around during all of this, and if you haven't figured out who this episode's true Queen Arthur is by now, you're an idiot. Just hang your head in shame, numbskull. Raige's scrying crystal slams down upon a couple of unspecified map coordinates, and she asks with a rhetorical lift of her brow, "Guess who just surfaced?"
Over in San Francisco's infamous Shantytown District, Piper topples a heavyset demon of color onto a bale of hay. God, that blouse is a disaster. Between the high neck and the mutton sleeves, she's just a tube of flammable, copper-based green face paint away from morphing into Margaret Hamilton in The Wizard Of Oz. Not. Flattering. The demon of color, incidentally, is listed in the end credits as The Soul-Blaster. I mention this only because it'll save me a rant about the incomprehensibility of what's coming up. Morgaunt and Piper give Soul Man the Round Table sales pitch -- at sword-point, no less -- and he's just about to sign on when Raige orbs in with Phoebe over by some rusted-out water heaters at the far end of the shack's dooryard. There can be no place that even remotely resembles this location within the city of San Francisco. I'm sure of it. Whatever. Phoebe flings a potion vial at the sword, which pretty much absorbs the impact unscathed, but it does flame up a bit. Piper retaliates by hurling the thing like a javelin directly at Raige's chest. Raige orbs out immediately, and the sword embeds itself in one of the rusted-out water heaters. Raige orbs back in behind Piper to snatch her into a Manorwards orb, but Piper throws herself forward and flips Raige off over her back. Piper then simply extends her right hand, and the sword flies back into her grip. "Now make your queen proud," Morgaunt encourages Soul Man, as Phoebe helps Raige to her feet. Soul Man wordlessly opens his palm. Bolts of electric energy nail Phoebe and Raige in their respective bazooms. The gals' bodies instantly drop to the dirt, leaving their spirits to stand there all, "The hell?" Morgaunt gathers Piper and Soul Man up in a swirling cloud and vanishes as Phoebe heaves her ghostly implants and Raige nervously calls for the Dolt.
Down in Hell, Soul Man zaps into one of the Round Table's chairs and glances around uneasily. The other three seats are occupied by a Grimlock, a Banshee, and something with claws and no mouth. Piper speechifies about a new world order, but Morgaunt interrupts to remind her that he must administer the loyalty oath before they can proceed with her plans. Piper waves a hand around all, "Have at it." Morgaunt instructs the demons to place their left hands on the points of the pentagram. The stupid demons obediently comply with his request. Morgaunt then chants some Craptin along the lines of "Beraxus cotra mierra!" A searing yellow light shoots from his left hand into and around the pentagram, following the deep grooves engraved in the tabletop. As the light reaches each point on the star, it somehow ensnares and paralyzes each demon present. Once the demons have been trapped, Morgaunt continues, "Supreme demonic powers: Leave your hosts and find a new home in this willing heart." A second bolt of energy whips from his hand in a direct line across the table, again following the outline of the star, and the Grimlock vanishes in a flare, howling. The bolt, having snatched up whatever powers that demon possessed, shoots across the table to engulf next the Banshee, then Soul Man, and, finally, that mouthless thing with the claws. Once the demons have vanished, the bolt shoots down the fifth and final side of the star and reenters Morgaunt's body. He flares up and collapses back in his chair. Dude, that was wicked cool.