...Dean's luxuriously lashed doe eye? Buhznuh? And further and further it goes, down into the blackness of Dean's blank pupil, from which emerges a tightly constructed network of chains spread out across a background of varying patches of darkness and light, and from the distance at which we're looking at all of it, the entire visual closely resembles certain representations of the brain's neural network, particularly when flashes of lightning zip across the screen. Amidst the crashing thunder, we hear one single person screaming, and the camera spirals ever closer towards a Dean-like form that ends up actually being Dean (or some reasonable CGI facsimile thereof), stretched out and suspended at the center of one set of chains via the meat hooks embedded in his wrists, ankles, rib cage, and shoulder! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Are you happy now, Raoul? "Blissful! Thanks ever so!" Never a problem, my faithful lizardly companion. So, the camera eventually reaches Dean's heavily bloodied face, and the instant he screams, "SAAAAAAAM!" the screen snaps black, and we're left with nothing more than Dean's howl of terror echoing away into the distance as we head into what promises to be a most lengthy summer hiatus. "Eeeeeeeeeeeee! And kisses! Hiatus kisses to all of my pretties! Whee!"

Demian thinks you should get out of the house more often. Raoul, for once, agrees. "It's the summer, you sillies! Go out and get a slushie! Perhaps with a little vodka in it! My treat!" You may reach the former at demian_twop@yahoo.com. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.