In any event, as the camera pans across various fly-infested Biggerson's corpses, that demonically enhanced undertaker from a couple of scenes ago hesitantly enters the diner, clutching at his wounded arm, and quickly fills Famine in on Darling Sammy's current coordinates, wisely choosing to go with the good news first. Famine's all, "Yes, yes, very nice, FEED ME! FEED ME THE ONE WHO LOVES TWINKIES BRAND NON-DAIRY SNACK CAKES FROM HOSTESS!" The profusely apologetic demonically enhanced undertaker hastens to explain the unfortunate soul-ditching sitch and spins to hustle off in search of a replacement, but Famine wants what he wants when he wants it and so shoots out a seemingly frail arm towards the demonically enhanced undertaker's rapidly retreating back. The demonically enhanced undertaker stops dead in his tracks and immediately belches out a foul, bitterly black cloud of demonic goo, which pours down the front of his body to linger above the linoleum just long enough for the now thoroughly depossessed undertaker's corpse to disappear into the murk as said corpse drops to the floor. And then, the cloud of goo streams through the air into Famine's mouth, and after it vanishes down whatever Famine's using for a digestive tract these days, The Horseman flashes his pearly yellows and murmurs, "Delicious!" right before the entire scene vanishes down the next METAL TEETH CHOMP!

This Week's Motel Room. Crackie The Crackheaded Crackormocrack's all sweaty and panting and such in the bathroom because he's jonesing for a great, big crack rock cookie sprinkled with fresh crack, but Dean and Castiel are too busy to notice because they're yammering about Horsemen-related details the audience already learned months ago. Finally, Crackie cracks, and orders Dean and Cracktiel to handcrack him to the crack before barricracking him in the crackroom with a crackoire because crack crackety crack-crack-crack. Crack. CRACK!

Morgue. Guess what? Doctor Corman drank himself to death last night, but nobody's been by to "harvest his soul yet," because The Reapers are addicted to crack now, too. CRACK!