Oy. So, while Raoul's having another of his snits, where the hell was I? Oh, yes: Janitor Sam arrives -- and no one should ever look that good in institutional green, by the way -- with the depressing news that his search turned up no sulphur anywhere on the school grounds, so they might not be dealing with a demon after all. Dean suggests they hit the road, then, but only after lunch. "It's Sloppy Joe day!" he grins. Sam bitchfaces. Hee.

Over in Home Ec -- while the teacher drones on about the importance of keeping the Cuisinarts covered during operation, heh -- that pretty-boy jock from the top of the hour's bullying yet another nerd into letting him copy the nerd's Algebra homework, but the nerd remains oddly affectless throughout until something inside of him shifts, and he slowly raises his quietly menacing eyes to call the sexist beer-guzzling jock asshole a "stupid brain-dead dick." Brain-Dead Dick takes offense, as so often they do, and threatens to shove his fist down the nerd's throat just as The Nerd calmly throws the switch on a food processor, and this isn't going to end well, now is it? "It most certainly isn't!" Raoul agrees, leaning forward in anticipation upon his overstuffed armchair now that the episode's recaptured his attention. "That fist?" The Nerd inquires, indicating one of the two Brain-Dead Dick's now curled atop the counter. "Yeah!" Brain-Dead Dick sneers. The Nerd allows a twisted, insane smile to play out across his lips for a moment before reaching across the counter and... "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" howls Raoul, once again writhing about in paroxysms of glee, for The Nerd's shoved Brain-Dead Dick's entire hand into the Cuisinart! As the blades chew through his sexist beer-guzzling jock asshole fingers, gouts of his blood erupt upwards to paint his face crimson, and despite his superior strength, he can't pull away, and it's only when The Nerd makes a conscious decision to free him that Brain-Dead Dick might be rushed into the hallway, wailing and screaming in his teacher's arms. In a cleansing burst of synchronicity, Darling Sammy happens to be passing by at the moment, and races into the room in time to watch The Nerd's eyes roll back in his head as the kid slumps over to the floor, unconscious, with his entire right arm coated in Dick's slime. "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" Sam hustles over to the kid and shakes him awake just as... bitterly black demonic goo spills from The Nerd's ear! DUN! Also: METAL TEETH CHOMP!, which arrives simultaneously with the DUN! to drag Sam and The Nerd into the commercial break! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Be careful, Raoul. You don't want to overdo it again. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Oh, Jesus.