...the camera ends up all the way back over in Our Lady Of The Demographically Diverse. Just as Lieutenant Hottie threatens to arnaghanaghanaghanagh, War comes a-pounding on the cellar doors. Of course, the instant he's granted entrance, he starts sowing the seeds of dissention amongst the ranks of the demographically diverse, and to top it all off, he twiddles that infernal ring of his again, so as far as the demographically diverse are concerned, Dean and Ellen have suddenly joined the ranks of the possessed. Lieutenant Hottie expertly preps a double-barreled shotgun blast with their names on it, but black-eyed Dean somehow manages to shove Ellen through the doors and up the stairs before Lieutenant Hottie can squeeze the trigger. Meanwhile, War basks in the mayhem he so efficiently created for a moment until the METAL TEETH CHOMP! latches onto that triumphant smirk of his to drag him into the next commercial break.

Our Lady Of The Demographically Diverse. Led by Lieutenant Hottie (and egged on by War), the remaining survivors prepare for an incursion into demonically controlled territory. Meanwhile, over in The Victorian Of The Damned, Rufus strings the windows with tripwires attached to pipe bombs, despite the fact that Jo's less than enthused with the prospect of her supposedly demonically enhanced mother getting her arms and legs blown off. "Oooh! Oooh!" Yes, Raoul? You have something to add? "I do! [A-him!] What do you call a barmaid with no arms and no legs and a toothpick in her head!?" Oh, Jesus. "Olive! Hee! See what I did there?!" Yes. Yes, we all see what you did there, and I think I speak for everyone when I say we all wish we could... "OLIVE! Hee!" Oh, never mind.