...silence? "Phooey!" Ah, but wait just one more moment, my remarkably recovered friend. "Whatever for!?" Because The Blasé Femullet's finally arrived at Crazy Susan's door and, under the apprehensive and still-baggy eyes of the inappropriately attractive bit of scruff across the way, she slowly swings open the thing to reveal... "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" For yes, gentle reader, Stupid Crazy Susan is now Stupid Dead Susan, her rapidly cooling corpse stretched across the linoleum amidst an ever-expanding pool of its own blood, which still oozes from Stupid Dead Susan's luridly slashed wrists. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" The camera lingers on Stupid Dead Susan's now-glassy eyes for a very long moment before leaping upwards to spin around into the...
...SPLAT! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shrieks Raoul, once again writhing about his overstuffed armchair with delight over the fifth season's endlessly compelling blood-burst of a title card, and as it just took me three pages to cover three minutes of episode, I'll be letting him writhe about like that for a little while longer in favor of rejoining the action. "Hey!"
The camera fades up on the exact same establishing shot they used to represent The Glenwood Springs Psychiatric Hospital in Ketchum, Oklahoma, at the top of the episode, but this time around, they allow us all a mere second or so to examine the stately and fog-enshrouded grounds for any suspicious paranormal activity before the camera hops inside to land upon the confidential patient file for one "Alex Van Halen," and this confidential patient file must be from the future, because it's telling me that both Alex and his brother, "Edward," have already been admitted to Glenwood Springs "for treatment of various psychoses." So much for the very amusing interview scene that follows, I guess. Next!
Kidding. Well, sort of, because now that Sammy van Halen's confidential patient file's already informed us of their institutionalization, there seems little point in me leading you through the extremely entertaining scene that follows. Which is a shame, because it's probably the simplest set up and execution of a genuinely funny joke this series has seen in a very long time. Our Intrepid Heroes' objective? To get themselves committed, for whatever mysterious reasons yet to be revealed. Their method? Offering Head Shrink the unvarnished, absolute, unadorned, 100%-pure truth about The Apocalypse and their roles in same. It works like a charm. Hee. Also: Awesome.