...this week's crapped-out piece of automotive trash, where Our Intrepid Heroes fume and fret about all the goddamned clones until Eagle-Eyed Sammy spots a suspicious pickup truck pulling up to SucroCorp's main entrance. He yanks a pair of binoculars out of his remarkably healthy ass to focus in on the pickup's occupant, and is mightily surprised to recognize the maid from last week's hotel. Darling Sammy quickly puts dumb plus stupid together to realize that Dead Bobby's possessing the poor, hapless gal, and he immediately hops out of this week's crapped-out piece of automotive trash to chase after her, leaving Dashing El Deano all by his lonesome to scream and shout about how ridiculous this latest turn of events has become until he vanishes into this evening's second METAL TEETH CHOMP!, and I feel your pain, Dashing El Deano. I feel your pain.

SucroCorp's Tackily-Appointed Worldwide Headquarters. Aftermath. Darling Sammy confronts Dead Bobby, and tussling ensues, with Dead Bobby directing the hapless hotel maid to slam all seventeen feet of The Ginormotron up against a handy van in a strangling chokehold, and I have to admit: The visual of that wee tiny little woman throttling The Ginormotron is kind of amusing. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Yeah, that too, but come on -- it's obvious we're going to have to make our own fun tonight, so can you cut me a break on this one? "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Oh, whatever. ANY-way, Dead Bobby catches sight of his reflection in the van's window and, utterly horrified by what he's become, he rips his spectral form from the hapless hotel maid's body, vanishing in the nighttime breeze while the now most thoroughly dispossessed maid goes crashing to the asphalt, unconscious. Darling Sammy scoops the zonked-out maid up into his arms and races with Dashing El Deano all the way back to...

...Dead Rufus's ridiculously scenic rustic homestead deep within the lush coastal rainforests of Montana's Rocky Mountains, because why not race five hundred and forty miles all the way back to that rustic lair for no good reason, right? RIGHT? GOD, I hate this fucking show.