Somewhere else, the camera slowly rises over the hood of an entirely ludicrous 1970s-era Trans Am -- complete with the requisite flaring firebird on the hood, no less -- to crawl up towards the windshield, behind which two Dazed And Confused-types spark up a bowl before leaning in towards each other to tongue-wrestle for a spell while Molly Hatchet's "The Creeper" grinds away on the eight-track, and if you're wondering why they chose Molly Hatchet for this particular sequence, I'll note that the cover art for that band's debut album is entitled "The Death Dealer" and leave it at that. Then, just to harsh on the stoners' sweet, sweet buzz in the most annoying manner imaginable, Angelic Anna zaps in from the indifferently located warehouse to crash back, semiconscious, onto the Trans Am's hood. The firebird's wings? Perfectly positioned beneath her body so they appear to be her own, of course, and oh, show. Oh, clever, clever show. In any event, the stoners leap from the front seat to haul Anna to her barely functioning feet, quickly decide their unexpected guest requires immediate medical attention, and drag Anna off towards the nearby hospital, passing a massive poster advertising Grease as they go. "Oh, Dody!" shrieks Raoul, still in mourning even now, nearly two years since that irrepressible little sprite left us. "One is never appreciated in one's own time!" Dude, she's not appreciated now. "WHAT?!" Nothing! Nothing -- do you need a Kleenex, my scaly friend? "I think I'm okay!" Good. Should I continue, then? "Please do!" Fine.
Episode Report CardDemian: A- | 1796 USERS: B
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