Out in the hall, it's slow going on the way to Nancy The Nubile Nympho's room, mainly because Dean's afraid to step on the cracks. Heh. That particular Wraith-induced phobia disappears, however, when he and Uncle Martin hear a woman scream from the other end of the corridor. They break into the appropriate room just in time to find... Nympho Nancy, swimming in a pool of her own blood! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" And hovering over her? Nurse Diesel, who is actually The Wraith! "SHOCKING PLOT TWISTS AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Yep, Nurse Diesel's The Wraith, and on top of that, you wanna know how she sucks down those BRAAAAAAAAIIIINS? "Tell me! Tell me!" Through a foot-long retractable sippy straw she's got poking out of her goddamned wrist! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" It actually looks like a narwhal's tusk, which makes sense, because after all, she's got to jam that goddamned thing up into people's skulls to suck out their BRAAAAAAAAIIIINS. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "Is this real?" Crazy Dean gulps. Dean, honey, it is both real and spectacular! Nurse Diesel admits as much, going so far as to lick the last tasty morsels of Nympho Nancy's BRAAAAAAAAIIIINS from the end of her spiky sippy straw before sending Our Intrepidly Insane Hero reeling to this evening's final METAL TEETH CHOMP! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Nubile Nancy's Nymphomaniacal Boudoir. Aftermath. And there was much kicking of ass, and it was good. "VIOLENCE!" The Wraith beats Crazy Dean like he owes her money, and it's not long before Crazy Dean slumps to the floor, semiconscious, leaving skittish Uncle Martin to slice up Nurse Diesel's hand with that silver-plated letter opener he's been carrying around for the last several scenes. The Wraith howls in pain, and we get a brief glimpse of the wound bubbling over with crappy CGI before Nurse Diesel bolts from the room to faux-pant at a couple of waiting orderlies, "There's two patients in [Nubile Nancy's Nymphomaniacal Boudoir]! They attacked me!" And as the orderlies obediently charge off to smack Crazy Dean and Uncle Martin around like they're redheaded stepchildren, The Wraith takes a moment to gloat before trotting off to find her next victim, entirely unaware she's dripping a trail of Wraith Blood behind her as she goes.