Back at the kennel, Crafty Action Sammy tricks The WereMaddie into lunging for him. At the last instant, he steps to the side, and the thing goes flying past into the open closet. Sam slams the door shut behind it and barricades the wood with various large items of furniture.
Meanwhile, The Muppet Whore's still skittering away from The WerewolfCam on her Lucite pumps. The WerewolfCam leaps, she goes down like...well, like a Muppet Whore, I suppose. Just as The WerewolfCam's about to drag her behind a handy Dumpster to snack on her entrails, El Deano pops into the frame to shout, "Hey!" Needless to say, when the camera reverses angles to show us who answers him, we find Glen The Born-Again Hooker-Eviscerating Werewolf rearing up in a snarl. Snore. Fortunately for everyone involved, El Deano just ices the motherfucker already with three quick shots to the chest. "AT LAST!" shrieks Raoul. "VIOLENCE! WHEEEEEEE!" Aw. So easy to please. Raoul really is a dragon of simple tastes, isn't he? "Simple?!" Raoul repeats, offended. "That blouse you're wearing is simple, honey!" Oh, don't be like that. In any event, The Muppet Whore scrambles to her feet and flees with nary a word of thanks for Our Intrepid Hero, who calls out after her, "Don't mention it!" While all that'd been going on, The WereGlen's been choking on its own blood, slowly and jerkily making the transition back into human form as it dies. The WereGlen's sporting a t-shirt commemorating the "Church America Annual Marathon," by the way. Lotta good all that exercise ended up doing for him. In any event, El Deano strides up to The WereGlen's side, ready to blast another couple of holes in the thing's chest should the need arise, but it turns out the additional bullets are unnecessary, for after struggling and choking a bit more, the werewolvian mojo releases its hold on its right-wing whackjob of a host, and Glen's facial features morph the rest of the way back to their natural state. "What happened?" he whispers, struggling to focus on Dean's face. "Where am I?" Dean remains aloof. Well, he remains aloof until Glen begs, "Help me." "Easy, Glen," Dean offers. "Just take it easy." Glen chokes out, "Oh, God!" and then he gasps and he shudders and he chokes some more and then he dies. Dean gets this "Oh, shit" look on his face and darts his eyes around all, "You know, this was a hell of a lot more fun last season when I didn't have to slog through endless debates about the so-called morality of these fucking things!" Or maybe I'm projecting, here. "Just a little!"