...yet another of the innumerable run-down shacks occupying Bobby's expansive Dakota estate. I'm pretty sure this time. I mean, Darling Sammy wouldn't be stupid enough to summon Princess Sparkle one room over from his surly and doomed older brother, now would he? "Do you really want an answer for that?!" No, I do not, my faithful lizardly companion. Now, do you mind? "I do not in the least!" Thanks. "Don't mention it!" So, we join Sam as he squeakily chalks the last bit of a summoning sigil onto a stretch of basement concrete somewhere, and in a sequence of shots I believe parallels his own worthless bastard of a so-called father doing the same at the beginning of the second season, Darling Sammy and his sweaty neck Latinate for a bit before lighting a match and tossing the flame into a bowl of something green, the latter of which erupts into a quick torch of flame. Sam warily rises to his feet as the decaying structure surrounding him creaks in the wind, and finally, Princess Sparkle's off-screen voice snots, "Phones work, too." The camera swings around with Sam's gaze to find the sparkly demonette in question leaning casually against a rotting support beam, and I worry about her weight snapping that rotting support beam in two before I remember how scrawnily insubstantial her stick-figure of a body is. "Hey, Sam!" Ruby perks. "How's tricks?" "How do you get around so fast?" Sammy seethes on the audience's behalf, for we've been vexed by that very same question since the first season. "I got the super bullet jet pack," she eyebrows, not answering the question at all, and if anyone can tell me what the hell she's talking about, I'll give you a cookie. Or, you know, my copious and sincere thanks. Whichever arrives first.