The boys are besuited beneath their long, dark overcoats, and Darling Sammy has tamed his unruly mane down into his slick Sunday-go-to-meeting coif, so it's little surprise when the LYING LIARS WHO LIE introduce themselves to the shop's owner as Special Agents DeYoung and Shaw of the FBI, and your Entirely Unrelated TWoP Trufax Of The Moment is this: John Panozzo and his lovely wife at the time were drinking buddies of your faithful recapper back in the day, but no, none of us knew about his cirrhosis, so you can leave me the hell alone as far as all that's concerned. (Also, in supplementary Entirely Unrelated TWoP Trufax Of The Moment news, John's slutty brother Chuck has slept with more of my acquaintances than I can count -- each of them beneath the gold records he has hanging in his bedroom, mind you -- but that sort of salacious gossip really has no place in a Television Without Pity recap, so you should forget I ever typed it out in the first place. "Typed what?!" Excellent, my scaly friend. Excellent.) Unfortunately for Our Intrepid Heroes, the instant they start questioning the store's owner about possible recent supernatural activity in the building -- including "flickering lights," "skittering in the walls," and "cold spots" -- Jeff Albertson, here, gets this ridiculously broad grin on his doughy face and triumphs, "I knew it! You guys are LARPing, aren't you?" My reaction is the same as Dean's: "Excuse me?" Though I've been online long enough to recognize at least the "RP" bit, so I'm not quite as disgusted as he is when Jeff um-duuuuuhs, "Live-action role playing!" But, you know, I'm pretty goddamned disgusted, anyway. "I haven't the slightest idea what you mean!" shrieks Raoul, attempting to be pleasant. "It sounds simply adorable!" I suspect you have an ulterior motive, friend of friends, and I am shutting that nonsense down this instant: No one -- no one -- is going to LARP you at a fan convention, ever, so knock it off. Now. "Oh, phooey!" Raoul pouts, having been found out at his mischievous ruse. "Though I must admit that when you put it like that, it does sound just the teensiest bit filthy!" This is what I'm saying. "Good to know! Now be a dear little man and do continue! I've always wondered exactly how much viscera one as sedentary as this delightful comic gentleman could contain!"