Meanwhile, up in the second-floor hallway, Piper and Phoebe pedestrategize and reach the conclusion that the Dolt's repressed anger is so great that should Hoover feed on it, he'll, like, explode, or something. "Okay," the flustered Dolt pants as he reaches the gals, "I am orbing you guys out of here." "Actually," Piper perks, "you're gonna let him feed on you. See ya!" And with that, she and Phoebe scamper into the Bridal Boudoir. Hoover appears, and sigh. Let's just get this over with, shall we? Hoover starts with the sucking, but Brian Krause unleashes some of his stellar acting skills to deliver the following: "You demons have it so easy -- no morality to worry about, no attachments, no one to lose. You kill, and you feel nothing!" With that last word, the repression mojo that had been flowing freely from the Dolt's gigantic and scary gargoyle head bursts violently, overloading Hoover's internal circuits. The shot cuts to a quick overhead as Hoover's body dissolves before cutting back to take in the massive explosion that sends shards of glass and wood shooting through the upper hall as the vanquish destroys a couple of doors.
And the stupidity never ends. Piper and Phoebe emerge to congratulate the Dolt as Raige appears from the non-existent attic above with Godiva. Godiva, overjoyed at learning of Hoover's death, exults, "Finally! I'm free!" and she strips off her robe again, some more. "Yes, you are," Piper snorts as she claps a hand over the gawping Dolt's eyes and pivots him away from the unsightly and embarrassing spectacle. Ugh.
A mercifully brief closing travelogue takes us past the Golden Gate as night melts into day before we take a quick spin around the Transamerica Pyramid that somehow lands us back at Not!warts. They're sending Godiva back for real this time. Or, actually, Douchebag Duncan is, with a little prodding from Raige. The snot-nosed idiot I couldn't give a rat's ass about initially refuses to do so, since he's so over magic and all its attendant miseries. "You can't stop using your magic any more than you can stop breathing, [Douchebag]," Raige lectures. "You don't have a choice -- none of us do [sic]." Yeah, I remember this pep talk from the many times she delivered it to her boyfriend last year. Except for the part where that isn't what she told Buttfuck at all, now is it? Whatever. The pep talk works, Godiva takes off her stupid robe again, Douchebag Duncan pops a woodie, Raige reminds him again of the spell, and he finally recites the following: