Demon's Lair. Mike steps around a stack of boxes in the doorway, and walks into the living room to find Demon cheerfully directing a crew of movers, "Boxes marked 'S' go in storage, boxes marked 'P' go to Portland." One of the movers, holding Captain Astro, walks past Mike. Mike's surprised that the Master didn't tell him the movers were coming today. Demon thought he did. Mike's like, wow, I'd better go finish packing my stuff. Demon says he packed it for him. Mike's like, um, how do I know what you've put in S and what you've put in P? Demon assures him that it's all perfectly taken of, and hands Mike a card with the address of their new place on it. Mike's like, what new place? Demon rented a house on the internet, without consulting Mike at all. Because there wasn't time, or something, and apparently it couldn't wait until when Mike was home. Demon says that he'll love it, though, because it has an atrium and a pool. Why do I keep thinking Mike can't swim? Mike mutters that it all sounds great, and that he's going to go get the tickets. Demon already did. Uh, okay, then Mike's going to call Ted about giving them a ride to the airport. No need. Demon got a car. Mike, exasperated, asks whether there's anything he can do. Demon looks up and says, in his best condescending voice, "Yeah, you can stand there and look gorgeous, which you do so beautifully." He kisses Mike and sighs, "Isn't it great to be in love with a guy that does everything?" Up to and including running your life? Uh. No. Demon runs off, so he probably doesn't hear Mike grouse, "Yeah. So, I guess I'll just go to the beauty parlor and get my nails done."