CreePaul is out in front of his house, stoking up the barbecue. He squirts on some lighter fluid, clicks his little kitchen lighter, and an INFERNO erupts, nearly knocking CreePaul off his feet. Apparently "someone" has replaced his lighter fluid with gasoline. Felicia, who's conveniently out in front of her house, raking leaves (she is now dedicating herself to tormenting the Youngs 24/7, I guess), smiles hugely at Zana and CreePaul, and waves. "Somethin' smells good over there," she yells, and then laughs at her own creepiness. Zana doesn't get it; is Felicia trying to kill CreePaul? "No," CreePaul says, "she's trying to piss me off." But CreePaul isn't going to let Felicia get his goat. "Got plenty of burgers if you want to pop over," he yells across to her, "and bring your appetite!" Felicia smiles, and rakes, and smiles like the vortex of insanity that she truly is. Huh, I know that they're sworn enemies, and CreePaul killed Felicia's sister and everything, but maybe they should bury the hatchet, together, in bed?