Marilyn is all, "Sure I'd take blue veins over grey matter, even though I don't know what the hell that means, because it doesn't mean anything." He tells her they have to discontinue the treatments. "Because you almost killed Beau. That counts as a side-effect." And she lies, just like a big old junkie, saying that she jumped on Beau, baying like an animal, totally on purpose, and offers all this nonsense about how people want to see "a girl acting like an animal." Stop denying your own addiction, Wolf Girl! It's uglier than all the unsightly body hair in the world!
This is just a recycled steroid TV movie, and Ian Ziering and Luke Perry are on their way to Dirtytown right now to tell her how that stuff'll shrink her gonads and make her act crazy. But I've seen this before: She's not going to listen to them, because she's already in its clutches. The stuff's got her by her hairy neck and all we can do is watch her spiral downward just like a very hairy Requiem for a Dream.
Blinded by his deviant hormones, Marilyn believes her lies, and decides that they'll shoot her up again tomorrow. In order to reward him for doing her bidding, Wolf Girl licks his nose. Gross. Then they do some annoying hardcore kissing, and the real-life wolf shows up to watch them make out. That night, Wolf Girl dreams of attacking sheep in a weird brightly-lit X-Files outtake, and wakes up with a terrible headache.
FrankenCurry and Finn are remodeling the Terrifying Wolf Girl cage after last night's junkie freak-out. Wolf Girl heads to the bathroom and runs into Grace Jones, who's been thrown out of the men's facilities after Busta complained that when Grace faces the wrong way, Busta gets "pee-shy." I think Grace Jones is actually drunk in this scene. Wolf Girl asks if Grace has ever had a serious lover. Not so much, Grace Jones says. "My lovers need a sense of humor." I can see that.
Full of ebullient insensitivity and ethyl alcohol, Grace Jones turns Wolf Girl to the bathroom mirror: "Do you see a hairy monster?" Well, now that you mention it, SHUT UP. Someday, Grace Jones hypothesizes -- somewhat dubiously, I think -- a boy will come along and see what she/he sees. What that is, I shudder to think. But Wolf Girl nods, then tosses him/her out the door for excessive cosseting. "Irritability" is Sign Four that you have a steroid problem.
Wolf Girl strips TOTALLY NUDE. Oh yeah, full frontal, baby. After a little showering, there's an audible thump as a clump of her hair falls to the floor. She picks it up and stares at it, suddenly worried for unknown reasons. At the Secret Lab, Marilyn is so obviously into worshipfully rubbing her now hairless back that I wonder if he's a little confused about female anatomy. Does he think he's getting lucky? He gives her the third degree about symptoms and side-effects. She gets annoyed, but not because it's a side-effect, just because he's obnoxious. She wants to raise the dosage, and they talk about this for about a million years. Marilyn agrees to increase the dosage if Donald the Bunny can survive a higher dose. Obviously, Donald the Bunny is now marked for a horrifying death.