...Present-Day Bobby might demand of Dean, "Did you take his computer?" Dean denies it once more, and Our Intrepid Heroes start sniping at each other again until Bobby orders them to continue with their sordid tale of philanderers and sadists getting their just rewards. Or something like that. FLASHBACK!

And this one makes even less sense than the frat boy's, because it involves both an incident neither they nor anyone else ever witnessed, and a victim they never interviewed because he ended up in little chunky pieces on a tray in the morgue. I...I...I can't fucking deal with that AT ALL, so let's cut to the facts, such as they are now being presented to us: A scientist whose work involves animal research leaves Crawford Hall late at night and heads to his car, but his eye catches sight of something glinting in the sewer grate. He kneels down in the snowmelt to discover an expensive gold watch lying in the dirt, almost out of reach. He scrambles further down onto the filthy, wet pavement and shoves his arm between the grating's bars to fumble about for the timepiece, and he fumbles, and he fumbles, and he fumbles some more until an unseen growling beastie crawls up from the sewer to latch onto his arm. The research scientist screams and howls and howls and screams and SPLAT! "Gore?" Hardly worth your time, my dear, but don't worry -- something much better's coming up soon! "Hooray!" Hooray, indeed, but we have to get there first: A couple of drops of blood spurt upwards onto the research scientist's face in the dim light from the far-overhead streetlamp, and the research scientist screams and screams and screams some more until this dreadfully boring and senseless scene vanishes at long last into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!