Of course, there's a problem, in that the goddamned thing doesn't work. But before you allow yourself to get all bent out of shape about this particularly depressing development, I should probably let you in on a little secret: That wasn't actually This Year's Unnecessarily Complicated Ultimate Weapon. Nope, for whatever blisteringly stupid reason, they decided to try to fake us out, here, and just as Richard Roman threatens once more to talk all of us to death, Dashing El Deano whips out This Year's One True Unnecessarily Complicated Ultimate Weapon and jams that badass motherfucker straight through Richard Roman's neck. Kick ass. Darling Sammy and Sniveling Snot-Nosed Kevin slam through the laboratory's doors just in time to watch as Richard Roman slowly goes nuclear, with wave after wave of pulsating energy pumping from his body until those waves collapse back in on themselves, and then?
SNOT ROCKET! Yep, it turns out that this season's terribly unhygienic title card has been foreshadowing the conclusion of this season's overarching storyline the entire time. Go figure. Richard Roman's body bursts open, head first, and expels an overwhelming tsunami of bitterly black Leviathan goo that washes over everyone present to smack straight into the camera's lens, and we enter this evening's final CHOMP!-less commercial break wondering...well, wondering why they're cutting to a fucking commercial when there's only three goddamned minutes left in the episode, actually. This stupid show.
Leviathan Laboratory. Immediate aftermath. We return to find Darling Sammy and Sniveling Snot-Nosed Kevin still cowering by the laboratory's doors, but of Dashing El Deano and My Batshit Baboo, not a trace can be seen. DUN! Darling Sammy begins to panic, but Crowley materializes to tell him not to worry. Well, not to worry about the remaining Leviathans, at any rate. He's got his army of minions decapitating every last Leviathan it can find at the moment, and as for the few remaining strays? They're pretty much useless without a leader, so with Richard Roman gone, they should be easy to corral. "Where's Dean?" Sam shouts, getting to the point. "That bone," Crowley eyebrows, "has a bit of a kick -- God Weapons often do." "They should put a warning on the box," he smiles. At that, Crowley snaps his fingers, and the two henchminions who took care of Meg now pop up from out of nowhere to assume control of Sniveling Snot-Nosed Kevin, for whatever reason. Over Darling Sammy's mighty protests, Crowley snaps his fingers again, the henchminions vanish with their charge, and I for one could happily live out the rest of my days never once setting eyes on that runty little boring pain in the ass again. "Sorry, Moose," Crowley smirks before taking his leave. "It looks like you are well and truly on your own." With that, Crowley disappears, leaving The Ginormomope alone to flail about uselessly in The Leviathans' ruined laboratory until even the camera gets tired of watching him.