Night. Sam and Dean -- having somehow magically freed themselves from their separate locked-down rooms -- scamper through the halls, intending to interrogate poor inappropriately attractive Ted regarding The Face-Eating Monster. Unfortunately, The Face-Eating Monster's reached poor inappropriately attractive Ted first, and by the time Our Dear Boys manage to pick the lock on Ted's door, Poor Inappropriately Attractive Ted's turned into Dead Inappropriately Attractive Ted. D'OH! As Our Intrepid Heroes gasp and gape, Dead Ted dangles from his bedsheet noose until his inappropriately attractive corpse swings straight into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!
Madhouse Morgue. Sam and Dean -- looking mighty spiffy, indeed, in their tight white v-necked t-shirts -- roll Dead Ted out of his chilly drawer and proceed to examine the corpse for any unusual signs of trauma, which Sam detects almost immediately. It's a small, stippled hole at the base of Dead Ted's skull, so Super-Smart Sammy retrieves a handy cotton swab from a nearby tray and inserts the thing into the wound. Get this: The hole goes back all the way into the guy's brain. "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" I thought that might please you, my faithful lizardly companion, but it gets better. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Yep, while Dean stands tense guard out in the hall, College Boy snatches up a handy skull saw and hacks off the top of Dead Ted's head. "VIOLENCE! WANTON ACTS OF UNREPENTANT FORENSIC VIOLENCE AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" And then? Sam squishily extracts Dead Ted's desiccated brain from the gaping hole he just hacked through the top of Dead Ted's head. "EEEEEEEEEE!" And while Raoul writhes about atop his overstuffed armchair with near-ultrasonic amounts of glee, Dean hears forest noises emanating from elsewhere in the bughouse basement, so he scampers back inside the morgue proper to warn Sam that someone's coming. Sam hastily replaces Dead Ted's desiccated brain, screws the top of Dead Ted's head back on, shoves the corpse back into its drawer, and discards his bloody latex gloves in the hazards bin seconds before Nurse Diesel barges into the room. "What're you boys doing in here?" Nurse Diesel wonders, mellowly enough. Dean thinks fast, drops his pants, raises his arms above his head, and sings, "Pudding!" while bouncing up and down. Moist slappy sounds abound. "FILTHY!" shrieks Raoul, shocked and appalled, yet strangely excited at the same time. "It's true! I am!" Nurse Diesel simply rolls her eyes at Dean's calculatedly cracked behavior and orders them both to skedaddle, which they do after Dean pulls up his scrubs. No comment. "But...!" I said NO COMMENT. "Rats!"