...Adult Sam's inquisitive one as the LYING LIAR WHO LIES -- now masquerading as the school janitor -- eases his cart past Mr. Wyatt's door just as the evidently dedicated teacher dismisses one of his classes, and...

...oh, Jesus. Here we go. Over in the gym, a harsh whistle sounds just as the camera pans from a net of balls over to Adult Dean's deliberately pacing feet before slowly climbing his body, and as they released this sequence as a teaser two months ago before featuring it heavily in the episode's promos, I'm not sure how detailed I need to get with regard to his outfit, which happens to be a Phys Ed polyester concoction in shades of Truman's school colors, red and white. For yes, this LYING LIAR WHO LIES somehow snagged a cover as a substitute gym teacher, and from beneath his ludicrous headband, he now terrorizes the ninth-graders in his care with the following: "Today, you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented -- a game of skill, agility, and cunning! A game with one simple rule: Dodge!" With that, he nails the scrawn at the end of the line right in the gut with a ball, and as the kid doubles over in agony, Dean never drops character to bark out a gruff, "Sorry!" before carrying on. One of the children -- a saggy-looking overprotected wimp, natch -- objects, so Dean sends him off on a round of laps before telling the others to go nuts, and it's very fortunate indeed that Janitor Sam arrives at this moment with news of his investigation, because while this scene might have been mildly amusing the first time around, all humor drains out of it upon the first rewatch, so let's keep this moving, shall we? "We shall!" Why, Raoul! You've been so quiet, I almost forgot you were there. "Well, I am sorry, I'm sure, but high school bores me to tears! Given my decidedly -- how shall I say this?! -- elevated upbringing, what with the tutors and the trips abroad with Mama, I simply can't relate!" Raoul, you grew up in Passaic, for Christ's sake. What's the real reason? "Well! I can assure you I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about with that... that Pasaya-whatever nonsense, but if I must endure a high-school setting in my entertainments, then they'd best involve shirtless teenaged basketball players getting ripped through the roof of a bus, and that's all I'm inclined to offer about that!" Whatever you say, Raoul. "HMPH!"