And as that's just an excuse for The Envious Suburbanite to spew an indifferently written oration on The Nature Of Sin -- in brief, we're all just "horny, greedy, hungry, violent animals" at our cores, so why fight it? -- we'll be skipping past both that and Tamara Latinating in her jarringly discordant British accent to send the Envious bit of The Envious Suburbanite back down into Hell so we might arrive at the point where Darling Sammy, confronted with the prospect that this is one fight they might not survive, asserts for Dean's benefit, "If we're going down, we're going down together," and that is the filthiest line anyone's ever delivered on this show, ever. "I am shocked and appalled!" Raoul shrieks, also sickened and repulsed. "How did that...that smut ever make it past Standards And Practices?!" I fear we shall never know, my scaly friend, so let's return our attention to the screen, where Tamara's finally exorcised Envy from the suburbanite's body, and alas, poor Wally! For yes, gentle reader, without the demon animating his broken and battered body, poor mildly covetous Wally, formerly of Oak Park Bluff in downtown Chicago, is now dead. "Too bad for Wally!" Raoul sarcastically remarks, entirely unmoved. "What happened to the GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!?" I think we've already moved past that portion of the evening's festivities. "What?! Why, of all the awful, boring season premieres! This one's even worse than Law And Order: Perverts! Yes, there were those lovingly filmed shotgun murders, but that dreadful Alan Breach person is a regular now!? What were they thinking?!"
I wish I had time to research an answer for you, hon, but I've got to get this thing done, already. So, after a lengthy sequence detailing the preparations for the impending showdown with The Six Remaining Deadly Stereotypes, the camera lingers on Darling Sammy ruefully and guiltily sneaking sad little side glances at his doomed yet defiant brother for a bit before an old-timey radio buzzes on -- seemingly of its own accord, natch -- to blare an equally old-timey version of "I Shall Not Be Moved," thereby signaling the approach of the remaining Stereotypes. One problem: Wrath's abandoned the supremacist to take up residence in Dead Isaac for the battle, and The Wrathful Dead Isaac now bellows his wife's name from the front lawn. Tamara, who'd just seconds before had given Bobby a grim and determined nod, now freaks and whimpers -- for she is, in brief, just a weak and backsliding dumbass at her core -- and Isaac bellows and bellows and bellows some more through his magically restored larynx until he's devoured by yet another unusually enthusiastic METAL TEETH CHOMP!