Manor. Holly Marie Combs and her fabulous rack bounce down the main stairs and pass through the dining room as the Dolt orbs onto the sun porch. A rather subdued scene follows, in which Holly Marie Combs finally engages with the material she's been given to work with for perhaps the first time this season, and as a result acts rings around Brian Krause. Who, admittedly, hasn't been doing too shabby a job himself this evening. Damn. You can tell the endlessly hateful Thanksgiving party is finally breaking up when I start to compliment Krause on his acting skills. Anyway, the Dolt feeds Piper the Avatars' pitch. Piper patiently receives said pitch with equanimity for a bit before snorting, "That sounds like a load of crap." Heh. The Dolt diligently and endlessly blathers on anyway about how the Avatars want only the best for humanity, or something, until Brad flares onto the sun porch with a pair of henchhotties.
The leftmost henchhottie hurls a Flaming Ball Of Death at the Dolt, but the Dolt swivels in a dodge that allows the FBOD to sail past him and take out an entire shelf of china in the kitchen beyond. The Dolt then tackles Piper to the relative safety of the floor beneath the dining room table as the rightmost henchhottie slings an FBOD that takes out the centerpiece. Finally, the Dolt rises to whip out his right hand and engulf the leftmost henchhottie in a spray of sporking electricity, and it's curtains, I'm afraid, for one of tonight's scorching guest demons. Brad wings an FBOD that clips Piper's upper arm, leading the Dolt to retaliate with another sporking spray that I think would have taken out the remaining duo on the sun porch had Brad not snipered to the floor. As it is, only the rightmost henchhottie howls and wails and blazes his merry way down to Hell, leaving Brad cringing and cowering on his hands and knees. Insert the expected joke about how familiar a position this is for him yourselves. Suddenly, one of the Sokol slave bracelets skitters across the sun porch floor to roll around right under Brad's crotch. Instead of flaring the fuck out of there, Brad gapes and pants at Kevin, who's hidden himself from Piper and the Dolt's line of sight by pressing himself up against one of the sun porch's walls. Much to Piper's surprise, the Dolt angrily shoves the entire dining room table out of his way and stalks over to destroy Hot Brad with a final blast of sporking electricity. I'd chide Kevin for so hatefully using and abusing the man who so clearly loved him above all others in the world, but, you know. Brad was a total fucking moron for not flaring out of there when he had the chance, so screw him. Hot Kevin watches his boy toy's vanquish for a bit before flaring out. The Dolt clearly senses something wrong, but crosses to Piper's side to heal the "graze" on her upper arm, anyway. The Dolt also takes this opportunity to lecture Piper on the futility involved in the endless battle between good and evil, but Piper just eyes him after noting that they now, thanks to the slave bracelet, have a way to track the supposed demons of the week.