...Fanboy Fritz -- still in his Hookman costume, natch -- as he languidly lopes down the hallway into...an ambush of Dickensian orphans! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shrieks Raoul in an anticipatory manner, for the promise of a violent and sticky end to Fanboy Fritz emanates like a miasma from the trio of preadolescent terrors who now accost him. Fanboy Fritz, however, is singularly unimpressed by their presence, going so far as to groan sarcastically, "Ja! How original! Supernatural bringing me more creepy children! Sigh!" "Miss [Drag-Queen Raoul] wouldn't let us have any fun!" simpers The Menacing Orphan With Lines while Fanboy Fritz, still not getting it, continues to disparage their appearance. Ignoring him, The Menacing Orphan With Lines continues, "But now? We can have all kinds of fun!" and with that, the trio of preadolescent terrors produce knives from behind their backs, and... "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Fanboy Fritz's strangled cry of "Gott in Himmel!" draws Our Intrepid Heroes' attention, but alas, they are too late, for by the time they've arrived on the scene, the trio of preadolescent terrors have scalped and slaughtered Fanboy Fritz, leaving his emptily staring corpse lying in an ever-expanding pool of its own blood. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" "DAMMIT!" I'm sure Dean would swear were he given anything to say at this moment, but I'm afraid he just gets to purse The Almighty Ducky Lips so we might leap back down to...