In any event, Sniveling Snot-Nosed Kevin quickly decides he's heard enough, and he tiptoes over to a nearby door prominently labeled "EXIT." Unfortunately, Leviathan Sue rounds the corner at the last possible instant, so it's back to that anonymous conference room for the boring teenager nobody cares about. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Once again, your uncanny ability to pepper the proceedings with precisely the correct sentiment leaves me breathless, friend of friends. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" You're welcome.

Meanwhile, back in the grand Leviathan meeting, we finally find out why they decided to waste so much precious season finale time on Little Listless Blondie over there. Or, rather, we will finally find out why they decided to waste so much precious season finale time on Little Listless Blondie over there after we...

...duck outside to watch as Dashing El Deano steers this week's crapped-out piece of automotive trash over to the curb on the far outskirts of SucroCorp's tackily-appointed worldwide headquarters. Super-Smart Sammy whips open his trusty laptop to hack into the building's full suite of security cameras -- and no, don't bother trying to tell me that someone else hacked into the building's full suite of security cameras for him, because I'm not listening to you, so there -- and, much to Our Intrepid Heroes' horror and dismay, they find the interior of SucroCorp's tackily-appointed worldwide headquarters positively crawling with Richard Roman clones. D'OH! "Son of a bitch!" Dashing El Deano spits.

Meanwhile, back in the grand Leviathan meeting, we finally find out why they decided to waste so much precious season finale time on Little Listless Blondie over there. Little Listless Blondie, you see, represents that particular breed of hateful humans who never pork up no matter how much deep-fried grease they shovel into their mouths, and Richard Roman proceeds to announce plans for a new food additive that will specifically target said particular breed in order to remove them from the population permanently. No, I don't know why the supposedly insatiable Leviathans don't just eat all the skinny people first, so don't ask. Richard Roman proceeds to inject Little Listless Blondie with a syringe full of this new additive, and Little Listless Blondie obliges us all by keeling over dead. Richard Roman takes a moment to gloat, and then it's back down to...