Meanwhile, back at the van, Dean informs Bobby via speakerphone that their side of the building continues to be quiet. And why, you ask, is Dean chatting with the hairball via his cell? Because Bobby's set up shop on a nearby roof, of course, the better to peer down at the corporate offices on the other side of the building. Things have been quiet on Bobby's end, as well, but no sooner has the camera joined him up there on his perch when Mr. Roman, Sly Sue, The Good Doctor and Edgar enter Mr. Roman's suite on the second floor. There's some preliminary nattering about Mr. Roman's busy schedule for the rest of the week before Mr. Roman bluntly informs The Good Doctor that his experiment is being shut down, effective immediately. Furthermore, The Good Doctor will now devour himself, the better to serve as a lesson to his "coworkers" regarding the dangers of exposing themselves to the world media. "ZZZZZZ -- what?! -- ZZZZZZZ!" Yeah, that's what I said, but feel free remain in your Coma Of Boredom, doll, because it's just a bunch of crappy CGI teeth with absolutely no comforting gore whatsoever. "ZZZZZZ -- phooey! -- ZZZZZZZ!"

Back atop the nearby roof, Bobby gapes and gasps and goggles and such until one of Mr. Roman's underlings materializes to punch him into this evening's next METAL TEETH CHOMP!