Casa Hole In the Floor. Susan is berating Bongo: "Lassie would have had a fire truck here by now. Stupid dog." Bongo takes off, and Susan praises him, thinking that her scolding worked, but I think that is merely the dog version of stomping out. He comes back soon enough, bringing her a dead bird. "There, bitch. That's for almost killing me with your fucking earring," he says. Susan looks disgusted.

Casa Killer. KimberBree tries to talk to Andrew about the "stressful" events of the last few days. She thinks he should talk to a counselor. Andrew cheerfully continues making his sandwich and asks if she thinks he's crazy. You know what they say: the apple doesn't fall far from the wig. KimberBree assures Andrew that she doesn't think he's crazy; she's just worried that he's been acting like a total sociopath. Also, it would be normal for him to feel weird about the whole thing. If he did. Which he doesn't. Andrew: "I'm cool." KimberBree is all, Are you sure? Because, you know, she's, you know, in a coma. And that's bad: "It's okay if that bothers you." Andrew. "It doesn't." KimberBree finally explains that she really needs to know that Andrew's not a monster, and Andrew brats that he feels bad and all, but that he's also really bummed that his car got dinged: "I also feel bad that now I'm going to have to ride my bike to school." KimberBree points out, yet again, that Andrew almost killed someone. Andrew: "She's an old lady!" He still has his whole life ahead of him and now it might be screwed up! "That's what you should be worried about!" he yells at her. KimberBree snaps that she's much more worried about the fact that Andrew appears to have no soul. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't call the police," she says. "Because I'm your son," Andrew announces dramatically. "That would make you the monster." He flounces off with his sandwich. KimberBree? Not pleased.

Casa Shoddy Workmanship. Mike finally gets home. Bongo comes downstairs and is all, "Dude, check it out," and Mike sees all the crap on the kitchen floor, and Susan's feet and legs dangling down. "Mike? I'm upstairs. Sorta," she calls. Mike is amused by Susan and her wacky antics and runs upstairs to haul her out of his floor/ceiling. ["He does let her dangle there for a moment, though, even though she'd have probably dislocated her shoulders or something after hanging there for so long." -- Wing Chun] Mike's less amused when he discovers all his stuff in his sink, and promptly orders Susan out of his home. "Yeah, get out!" Bongo yells, as she leaves. Poor stupid, stupid Susan.