Night. Over in an expensive-looking Frank Lloyd Wright knockoff of a mansion, a trim thirtysomething clad in nothing more than a set of pajama bottoms brushes his teeth up in one of the manse's capacious bathrooms, completely unaware of The Shadow Of Watery Doom that's just passed in front of the camera. A few tense strings hit the soundtrack just as this evening's next bit of Monster Chow hears the squeaking of a tap opening up behind him, and he turns to find the jacuzzi-style bathtub suddenly and inexplicably near to overflowing with brackish green water. Because he apparently missed the relevant first-season episode, the Monster Chow does not run screaming for his life from the room and instead foolishly chooses to kneel at the tub's side, first screwing shut the open taps, then tugging fruitlessly at the stopper. He next stupidly pauses for a very long moment, staring at his reflection in the murk below, so it's no surprise at all when a hand shoots up out of the water to latch onto his neck. The Monster Chow chokes and gags as deadly black veins burst out from his hairline to crawl down his forehead, and his oxygen-deprived face slowly turns a most foul shade of violet as his bulging eyes roll straight up into the METAL TEETH CHOMP! "BORING!" shrieks Raoul, feeling impossibly cheated at the moment. "Where is the GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!?" Not anywhere near this pathetic excuse for an episode, that's for damn sure.