Moments later, The Drunk's strolling down the nighttime snow-encrusted sidewalk when a near-blinding burst of light appears on the walk opposite -- right in front of another house that still has its Christmas decorations hanging by the door. Heh. The figure we saw earlier in Gloria's apartment makes its shadowy and misshapen entrance and, in susurrant tones, whispers something The Drunk instantly understands and acknowledges with a grinning nod. Once the light vanishes, The Drunk crosses the street to climb the front steps and rap on the pertinent home's front door. A middle-aged, flannel-clad gent answers, all, "Yeah?" "Hi," says The Drunk, still smiling, "my name is Zack." And with that, he plunges a knife into the other guy's chest and yanks upward on the hilt. "Feh," Raoul snorts disinterestedly. "It was better with Dead Scott." Well, sure, but that had Grace Slick, and what about the blood dribbling from the middle-aged guy's mouth? Isn't that worth a-- "It most certainly is not!" Raoul shrieks, suddenly all alert. Wow. Even his ears have returned to their upright and locked positions. "Because you're questioning my standards!" Raoul shrieks again. "They may be low, but I do have them, you know, and nothing in this scene comes anywhere close to meriting a 'GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!' from yours truly!" Okay! Okay! You can calm down! I didn't mean to offend.
In any event, the now-dead flannel-clad gent collapses onto the porch as tense strings thrum on the soundtrack, and the camera tracks across the front lawn to land on what Zach would have been looking at, had that unearthly light not been blocking it from view: A concrete birdbath on the front lawn topped by a supplicant angel. Um. DUN!? "If I didn't give that scene a GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!, you certainly aren't giving it a DUN!, sweetie!" I guess he told me. Oh, by the way -- here's where we would have had the first METAL TEETH CHOMP! of the episode proper had they not excised them this week for whatever infernal reason. If The Kripkeeper thinks we like it when he goes to great lengths to establish such elements as the Crackle, Crackle THEN! and the METAL TEETH CHOMP! and then yanks them with no apparent justification, The Kripkeeper is mistaken. "SORELY MISTAKEN! I FEAR CHANGE!" Really? "Well, no, but I did think it only proper to back you up on that one!" Thanks, doll.