Randy decides Earl's taken too long and works up his nerve to knock on Grizelda's door. He asks her where his brother, Earl, or any parts of him she hasn't made into pudding might be. She says she didn't make him into pudding. He just drank tea. And now he's in the video game room playing with her wrestling action figures and watching naughty movies and doing other things that boys like Earl and Randy like. [When Randy says that the only thing missing is peanuts, Grizelda says there are those, too. - Z] Randy's totally in, and soon enough he's being thrown down the basement stairs wrapped in a burlap sack. Earl asks Grizelda to please let them go, and they'll forget this ever happened. She says she can't do that, because she's having too much fun. Earl tells her money would be even more fun, but she says no amount of money could replace the look of terror in a fresh victim's eyes as he takes a header into the coffee table. It's what she imagined an orgasm might be like. Oh my word, how I love Betty White for saying that line with such earnest enthusiasm and naïveté. That woman is definitely a comic genius, even now. She leaves as Randy wakes up and wonders where he is. Earl tells him, so Randy says goodbye to his head. Then Earl voices over that Grizelda had a reason to be mad at Randy, too. He had thrown water on her a few years ago, hoping she'd melt. He says, "Why aren't you melting? Come on, melt, bitch!" [A little strong for Randy, in my opinion, but funny all the same. - Z] Back in the present, Earl tells Randy they should stay calm and think of a way out. They sit in silence until Randy gasps, because he stopped breathing for a second.