...RAAAWWWR! lashes out to snatch him into the title card! "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" shrieks Raoul as per usual before he settles back in his overstuffed armchair to toss me A Look. What gives, my scaly friend? "That...that horrendous abomination is what gives, if you care to ask!" The title card? I thought we already discus... "NO, you SILLY LITTLE MAN, not the TITLE CARD!" Dude, I believe the volume is reaching uncomfortable levels again. "Oh, I do apologize, I'm sure!" Raoul shrieks, though at a far lower decibel level than his previous sentence. Thanks for taking it down a notch. "Don't mention it!" Now, what were you howling about just now? "You know what I'm howling about! That...that...thing!" I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific than that. "Oh, fine! Make me say it! You don't care about me! You never have! [Wail!]" Raoul, the histrionics aren't getting us... "It's that girl, if you must have me spit it all out like some common...common thing! [Sob!] That LITTLE GIRL!" Oh! You mean Lilith? "[Whimper!]" Well, what am I supposed to do about it? It's not like I can skip over her scenes tonight, or anything. "YES! YES YOU CAN! YOU CAN SKIP OVER EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HER AWFUL EVIL AWFUL WICKED AWFUL FOUL AWFUL PERVERSE SCENES THIS EVENING!" But I... "YOU MUST!" Okay, how about I warn you when she's about to appear, and until she's gone you can, like, scamper off to disembowel a cat, or something? "Capital idea...hey! I do not disembowel cats! Honestly! And ruin my manicure?! What sort of déclassé creature do you think I am!?" Never mind. So, it's a deal? "It is!" And I may continue? "You may!" Thanks, friend of friends. "My pleasure, I'm sure!" Oy.