Ridiculously Rustic Basement. Bobby prepares to zap Leviathan Chet with a couple of volts from a car battery, but D'OH! As he leans in to affix the clamps to Leviathan Chet's chains, he accidentally allows his forearm to brush up against the monster's, and now we've got Dueling Bobbys. "This skin make me look fat?" LeviaBobby smarms, once his off-camera transformation is complete, and that's rude. It's also pretty funny, so, you know: Good one, LeviaBobby. "Balls!" Actual Bobby curses once he realizes what's going on, and we proceed to learn the following facts about Actual Bobby, courtesy of his very own Leviathanically enhanced doppelganger: Actual Bobby is a high-school dropout and a drunk like his father before him, and his favorite singer is Joni Mitchell. Bobby totally cries like a little girl every time "Both Sides, Now" comes on the radio. You know he does. "[Sob!] Who doesn't?!" Well, me, for one. "You heartless wretch! Have you no soul!?" That's a funny question coming from a lizard. "Why, I...! I...! Hmph!" Oh, don't pout, Raoul -- I'm kidding! "Some joke!" Raoul harrumphs, practically vibrating in his dudgeon, and I'm afraid you'll just have to take me at my word, my scaly friend, because it's getting terribly late, and I really should be wrapping this whole thing up soon. "Oh, fine! Ignore my feelings, why don't you?!" There, there -- have a flagon or two to settle your nerves until we hit the next good part, okay? "Okay! [Slurp!]" Well, that was easy. Now, where the hell was I?

Oh, yes: According to LeviaBobby, Actual Bobby is "ten pounds of sad in a five-pound bag." Actual Bobby would unleash a witty rejoinder at this juncture, I'm sure, but unfortunately, we have no time to wait for his response, for the camera is already lugging us over to...

Ankeny's main drag, where both sets of Sams and Deans are arriving at the same time. Actual Sam 'N' Dean -- who have made absolutely no effort to disguise their appearance, by the way, because they are morons -- are on foot, while their Leviathanically enhanced doppelgangers motor on up in their version of the Impala. Grumbling and bitchery ensue from Our Authentic Idiots until every last cop in Polk County, Iowa, materializes from out of nowhere to swarm around Our Authentic Idiots, much to those idiots' audible dismay. And as the Polk County sheriff slaps cuffs on the hapless duo, LeviaDean blows them both a saucy kiss from the fake Impala's front seat. Actual Dean takes a moment to vomit all over his arresting officer, and then it's back to the...