But the scene doesn't transpire that way, not at all. But before that happens, we learn that Butchie isn't feeling dope-sick right now -- wonder if John's presence has anything to do with that? -- and that he needs to take a horrendous dump. Hey, so does John -- or at least he follows Butchie into the bathroom and repeats Butchie's line about needing to take a horrendous dump. Butchie heads outside to give John some privacy, but not before noting that he has yet to see John heed nature's call at any time during the past 24 hours. Perhaps I'm biased, but I preferred the way my scene unfolded -- a lot less scatology.

At the Yost manse, Shaun is checking out the results of the Huntington surfing competition on a perfectly good MacBook that he's defaced with stickers. Sacrilege! I hear if Steve Jobs and Jonathan Ive find out about stuff like that, they personally drive to your home, confiscate your Mac and leave you with a Dell Inspiron instead. In Shaun's case, however, it just makes Linc skulk around outside the front door. "Shaunie Yost," Linc says with just a touch of false bonhomie. "I got your demo, man. It rocks." Cissy stares at Linc through the screen door like she's wandered in the middle of Death Valley and he's running the area's only lemonade stand. Linc asks for two minutes to explain his awesome representational powers. Cissy opens the door -- literally and figuratively -- to evil and tells him to speed it along -- Mitch will be home soon, and he doesn't like ex-90210 cast members corrupting his grandchildren.

Still waiting for John to finish his business, Butchie exchanges pleasantries to Ramon who's like, "What, are you still here? You know the place got sold to a whack-job who wants to level the joint, right?" Butchie gives him the hang loose sign and heads back inside to inquire if John is "all dumped out." Indeed, he is, and he's not just saying that because it was the last thing repeated to him. Well, he is, actually, but play along. "A-plus on the fume control, pal," observes Butchie before launching into his own morning ablutions. "Radio silence now, John, until further notification," Butchie continues. "This is a dump a grown man can be proud of." You know, say what you will about Butchie -- deadbeat father, horrible addict, damaged person -- but this cat sure is enthusiastic about his bowel movements.