Now, where was I? Oh, that's it: The one reference to The Shining they couldn't manage to shoehorn into "Playthings." "Ooooh!" Raoul wriggles about excitedly on his overstuffed armchair. "May I illustrate again!?" But of course. "Hooray!" For yes, as the age-inappropriate mackery continues, The Pertly Homicidal Brunette decays before our very eyes! "Wheeeeee!" shrieks Raoul. "The rotting corpse-flesh on her face and her gassy, bulbous eyeballs were almost worth the wait!" "Oh, my God!" breathes The Lecherous Professor, pulling away from her in horror. "What?" The Pertly Homicidal Brunette wonders. "Don't you like me anymore?" The Lecherous Professor staggers backwards through his office, knocking tchotchkes off his desk and bumping books from their shelves onto the floor as he stumbles up against a window. The Pertly Gangrenous And Still Homicidal Brunette advances deliberately upon him to coo, "Don't you want me?" "I want you!" Raoul enthusiastically giggles, flailing his claws around delightedly in the air. "Or rather, I want your eyeballs to pop open and OOZE PUS!"
Alas for Our Scaly Friend, that's not going to happen, for the next thing we know, we've hopped outside and dropped down to the building's front door, where Richard Speight (best known to me as Skip Muck on Band Of Brothers but -- depressingly enough -- far more readily known to me as Bill The Idiot Sheriff's Deputy (No, The Other Idiot Sheriff's Deputy) on Jericho) keys shut the lock and turns to amble down the steps towards his car. With a comically exaggerated WHISH-GOOSH!, a figure dives down behind him from above to splatter on the marble. Richard Speight slowly turns around and drops his eyes to discover...The Lecherous Professor! Dead on the steps with a rapidly expanding pool of blood spreading from his, um, somewhat cut-up scalp! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Raoul shrieks, perhaps for the last time this evening. "Though I must admit," he adds, "they could have done a far better job mangling that noggin of his! For heaven's sake, where's the misshapen face, mauled by the impact? Where are the brains?!" You'll get no argument on those points from me, Raoul -- there's no way this guy fell from a four-story window. Hell, there's no way this guy fell from a four-inch footstool. In any event, the camera pans in on The Formerly Lecherous Professor's remarkably intact cranium before it vanishes into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!