At Applebee's, Jean and Landry are discussing the "sizzlin' apple pie." Exactly the kind of disgusting nonsense teenagers go for. She sings the pie's praises, saying that it comes out, get this, "sizzling" -- and that it will save his life. Tyra approaches the table, and Landry stutters that he didn't know she was working then. Tyra gives him a smug smile and just says, "Yeah, shift change." After exchanging awkward nods with Jean, she goes off to get them glasses of water. Jean innocently asks Landry, "Isn't that your friend from school?" before changing the subject: "So...you're wearing a Mayhem shirt." Pause. "Isn't the singer, like, a cannibal?" I'm totally psyched for when they somehow work a Gwar concert into the plot; maybe have Jean come to school with stain-free blood in her hair the next morning. She continues, telling Landry she thinks it's odd that he would be a fan of cannibals, since he's in a Christian power-metal band. Landry answers by saying that, first of all, he's not actually a cannibal -- he didn't actually eat anyone, and that second of all, Crucifictorious isn't really "power metal," but more like "extreme grindcore with like, uh, heavy thrash influences." Without missing a beat, Jean replies, "Like what thrash? Like Napalm Death? Like The Keep?" Landry is totally psyched he's sitting in a booth, because something about how she says "Napalm Death" is clearly giving him some tingles below the belt. She continues, "Like, Cannibal Corpse? Carcass?" And I fully approve of any writerly machinations that allow a character to just list off hilarious thrash band names. She catches herself and explains to Landry that she only has, like, two sections for vinyl, "metal, not-metal." Vinyl too?! Landry isn't going to be able to get up from his seat for at least twenty more minutes. But just as things really start heating up, Cannibal Corpse-style, Tyra slams down a couple of drinks on their table and asks if they're ready to order. Jean orders the apple pie and chips and salsa while Landry just sits there, mouth hanging open.