[72virg=ins]. Piper and Phoebe sit at a table over the remains of the meal they shared with Manky Tanya and process the day's events. The Professional Homosexual interrupts them, ordering Piper back into the kitchen. Get it? He doesn't remember she...oh, fuck it. Piper excuses herself from the table to go scream at Jason Stuart some more.
Back in the kitchen, Piper tells her boss that if he doesn't hire four additional staff members immediately, she's out of there for good. Passive-aggressive bloat that the Professional Homosexual is, he responds to her demands with "What took you so long? All you had to do is ask." Piper twitches, then flings an apron into his face, telling him she'll see him tomorrow; tonight, after all, is her night off.
Piper smacks open the kitchen door, biffing the unfortunate Dolt right in the face. Rewind. Play. Rewind. Play. Rewind. Pause. Slow-forward. Rewind. Play. I could watch that shit all night. Long story short, the Dolt doesn't remember their tryst on the sun porch that afternoon, but has an uneasy feeling he did something of which he should be ashamed. Yeah. You were born. Asshat. Piper assures him he has nothing to worry about, and escorts him to the bar for a cocktail.
Meanwhile, Prue's entered the restaurant and sits at Phoebe's side to relate her tale of Andy woe. Phoebe murmurs, "I'm so sorry," and the two women hug as an ovary warbles us through the final fade to black.
Demian: Dude. It's over. Get out of my apartment.
Twinkle-Toes: What about my mallet?
Demian: Not a chance, prissy-pants. Get out. Now.
Twinkle-Toes: Can I keep the porn?
Demian: OUT! NOW!
Next time: The episode that launched a thousand continuity errors. Or, at the very least, a thousand confused questions regarding the show's backstory. Melinda Warren swings by the Manor for a cup of tea and a makeover. Have fun.