D'OH! During the commercial break, Bullet-Brained Bobby ended up not in the real world, but rather in some leafy, autumnal playground somewhere, and he and the still-present Rufus watch as an earlier version of himself shares a tender moment with an extremely Wee Dean. Apparently, Extremely Wee Dean's worthless bastard of a so-called father had entrusted Extremely Wee Dean to Past Bobby's care with the expectation that Past Bobby would take Extremely Wee Dean target shooting. Past Bobby, however, decided it would be far better for Extremely Wee Dean's mental health if he took the kid to play baseball in the park for an afternoon, instead, and so Rufus gets to crack wise about Bullet-Brained Bobby's obvious maternal instincts for a bit until Bullet-Brained Bobby decides they need to find another door, and fast. They spot a neat-looking utility shed on the far end of the lawn, and as they wander on over towards it, Rufus wonders aloud why Bobby never had any children of his own. And do I need to transcribe the exact answer, or can you figure it out by yourselves thanks to that earlier promise of Daddy Issues later in the episode? Oh, fine, here it is: "Dad was a mean drunk," Bobby gruffly replies. "I figured I'd be just like him, and hey! Look! I was right! No sense passing on the legacy." Bullet-Brained Bobby grumpily adds that Rufus should just get off his goddamned ass about it all, already, which leads Rufus to protest justly like so: "I'm trying to help you here, okay? You want to get out of here, or you want to die?" "I'm trying!" Bobby howls, and with that, he flings open the shed's doors to find himself flung back to...

...The Emporium's kitchen, where his redheaded mother's just now serving supper to "Ed," his drunken, abusive lout of a father. That beflanneled brat from before races in on the scene, for the beflanneled brat is of course none other than Wee Bobby himself, and clumsy Wee Bobby promptly proceeds to tip over and shatter a glass of milk all across the heretofore spotless linoleum of the kitchen floor, thereby explaining Bullet-Brained Bobby's puzzling vision earlier at the church. The flashback then descends into a series of Abusive Daddy/Doormat Mommy/Punching-Bag Kid clichés so sadistic, Bullet-Brained Bobby has little choice but to slam shut those fancy sliding kitchen doors, an action for which we remaining few in this godforsaken show's rapidly dwindling audience should be eternally grateful. "Now, you can't tell me that wasn't gnarly enough to go spelunking in," Rufus unwisely chides. "That was any given Tuesday night," Bobby snaps back a little too quickly, so we know that this particular Tuesday night is indeed Bobby's Worst Memory Ever, which means we'll be revisiting it long before the end of this episode, but because they still have a full nineteen minutes of show time left, we must first play along as Bullet-Brained Bobby determines their best course of action is to "stop the damn Reaper" instead. This should suck. And be agonizing to sit through. And then suck some more.