In any event, Dean's almost as disgusted with this turn of events as Raoul and I are, but we really don't have time to linger on his somewhat amusing reaction shot, for the homicidal demonic dump has slithered down Reanimated Zombie Grandpa's leg to vanish into the break room's murky depths, leaving Reanimated Zombie Grandpa to drop to the floor, dead this time for good. We hope. Our Intrepid Heroes gape in horror and dismay for a moment, then quickly break through Reanimated Zombie Grandpa's barricade to help Rufus and Bobby to their feet. The boys take a full thirty seconds of air time to explain what the audience just saw, for Christ's sweet sake, but the upside of it all is that they now know they can kill the homicidal demonic dump with electricity. The downside, of course, is that they no longer know where the homicidal demonic dump is, which means it could in fact be burrowing its fecal way into one of their brains at this very moment. Each of the gentlemen present checks his own ears for any signs of bitterly black demonic goo, but when the results of those checks come back negative, Dean gets all paranoid and assumes that the homicidal demonic dump's just gotten better at covering its tracks. Or, you know: Its skid marks. Whatever.