Over at the "Whitefish Gas & Sip," Sam hustles his basket of goodies up to the checkout counter, where he spots an ominous headline on the top of that afternoon's Bozeman Times. "ICE PICK KILLER STRIKES AGAIN," the headline screams. "Victim's fatal wounds 'signature' of killer," the subhead assures us. Sam thinks about it for a second, then throws the paper in with the rest of his purchases, passing the clerk a credit card issued to "Lemmy Kilmister by way of payment. The clerk, clearly as much of a Motörhead fan as I am, immediately swipes the card for authorization, in the process...

...triggering a transaction alert at some random customer service center somewhere! DUN! And I can't believe we've reached the point where a transaction alert at some random customer service center is eliciting a DUN! from me. The customer service representative attached to the computer displaying the alert immediately dials Leviathan Edgar on his cell to inform him of the Winchesters' current apparent whereabouts. Leviathan Edgar rather snottily sends the customer service representative off to slaughter Our Intrepid Heroes, and wave goodbye to Leviathan Edgar, kids, 'cause that's the last we'll be seeing of him this week. Though it would be remiss of me were I not to report at this juncture that Leviathan Edgar's face and body bear no signs of their spectacular run-in with that junker back at The Emporium, so there's yet ANOTHER reason to write off this season's first two episodes entirely, and fuck my life.