Elsewhere, a strapping and vaguely Sam-like young gentleman jogs along the waterfront until he reaches the end of the path, where he parks himself upon some hideous piece of public art to check his heart rate while The Frankendoc -- presumably -- spies on him from a nearby copse of trees. When The Samalike bends to retie his sneaker, Frankendoc pounces, pinching a chloroformed cloth over The Samalike's nose and mouth to drag the remarkably healthy young gentleman into a blackness, from which eventually emerges...

...The Samalike's near-freakish Cro-Magnon-esque skull, braced with a leather strap across its forehead against a table. As The Samalike's eyes flutter open, a quick cut over to the flashy, newfangled heart monitor he's fastened around his wrist that says he's down to seventy-some beats a minute from his jogging peak of 126. Just so you know. Because when The Samalike rises into a sludgy semi-consciousness and begins to strain against the leather straps binding his wrists, that admirably low heart rate immediately jumps up into the nineties, and is soon zipping up the scale to settle in at a racing 140 or so. Meanwhile, the shirtless and sweaty Samalike rolls his head around as best he can, his slowly focusing eyes landing on oil lamps and candles and such until they reach...an enormous Mason jar filled with maggots! "Whee!" shrieks Raoul, clapping his perfectly manicured paws together with glee now that we've finally reached the good bits of this evening's presentation. "They look simply delicious!" Raoul enthuses, smacking his -- let's face it -- somewhat drooly lips together. "They are a bit on the scrawny side, I must note!" Raoul allows. "But I'm certain this delightful young physician I've been hearing so much about will soon take care of that!" Young? Careful, my scaly friend. We wouldn't want you to...overshare, now would we? "I-I-I-I simply have no idea what you could possibly be talking about, I'm sure! Now, do continue with your captivating little story!" As you wish, my scaly -- and aggravatingly youthful -- friend. "Oh, you are a dear soul!" Don't mention it. "Thanks! I won't! Ever again!"