...POND PAD!, and we finally -- FINALLY -- get an explanation for Present Amy's recent jolly dirtbag-slaughtering murder spree. She's got a son, you see -- a wee slip of a lad named "Jacob," who's about ten, going by the glimpse of his sleeping face that we get when she briefly eases open his bedroom door. While Amy swore off feeding on fresh Braaaaaaaains! years ago, even going so far as to become a mortician so she could get her necessary pituitary fix without killing anyone, her son was a different story. He recently fell ill thanks to all those dead Braaaaaaaains! his mother was feeding him, so Amy had to go dirtbag-hunting until the kid had sucked down enough fresh pituitaries to get better. And now that Jacob's recovering, as Amy insists, "It's over." "I give you my word," she promises Sam before asking, "How is spilling more blood gonna help anyone?" Sam, chastened for whatever reason, hasn't an answer for that one, so Amy presses on, noting, "You can still walk away from this." "We both can," she emphasizes. Conflicted Sammy chews on his lower lip, offering Amy a chance to prompt, "After what I did for you?" and...

...FLASHBACK! Teen Amy hears a car approaching, so she shoves Wee Sam into her closet, and no, that's not a euphemism for something naughty, EITHER, and would you all knock it the hell off already? GOD! ANY-way, barely has Wee Sam vanished into the depths of Teen Amy's closet when Teen Amy's mother comes barreling through the front door with a curt, "They caught up!" "Who caught up?" Teen Amy wonders. "Couple of pros in a piece-of-crap Impala," Teen Amy's Mother spits, powering over into the kitchen to announce, "We're leaving!" "But Moooooooooom!" Teen Amy whines, and the two beasties snipe at each other for a while with an increasingly agitated Wee Sam following their every word from the depths of Teen Amy's closet until Teen Amy's Mother comes dangerously close to ripping open that closet door, at which point Teen Amy hastily agrees to pack while her mother gases up the car. Momentarily mollified, Teen Amy's Mother exits, allowing Teen Amy a chance to free Wee Sam from his temporary prison. "Awesome first date, huh?" Teen Amy sighs. Unfortunately for her, Eagle-Eyed Wee Sam spots a stray bit of Braaaaaaaains! on the kitchen table, and he produces a knife from his jacket pocket, the better to gut Teen Amy like a fish. "That's my dad and brother in the Impala!" Wee Sam sneers, advancing upon Teen Amy with glittering black hatred in his eyes, and I'm sure this is all very tense and exciting, indeed, and by that I mean this is neither of those things at all, and eventually, Teen Amy somehow manages to tap into Wee Sam's deep vein of sympathy, or something, and he agrees not to kill her. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" I couldn't agree with you more, my scaly friend.