...the Lorain County sheriff's wondering why the FBI's muscling in on his turf, as "Bill Randolph died in a bear attack." "How sure are you that it was a bear?" Darling Sammy challenges. "What else would it be?" the sheriff shoots back. "Well," Dean acidly notes, "whatever it was, it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door, followed him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom. Is that common?" "'Common' in the sense of 'rude,' I'm sure!" Raoul interjects, appalled yet again. "Couldn't the darling gentlebeast responsible have knocked!?" That would have been preferable, I'm sure, Raoul, but would you mind if I made it through this scene as quickly as possible? I do believe we have some hijinks-related violence in our near future, so it seems a waste of time to tarry here, fretting about unrefined monsters' nonexistent manners. "'VIOLENCE'?!" shrieks Raoul, getting all excited. "Did you say, 'VIOLENCE'!?" I did indeed, my faithful lizardly companion. "Then what are you waiting for?! Do hurry along, you silly little man!" Well, I wanted to make sure you didn't have anyth... "CHOP CHOP!" Okay! Okay. Jeez.