And when the monster has been well and truly mutilated, and when Marcy's yowls of horror have finally abated, a mildly blood-streaked Bobby shuts off the woodchipper, turns to the still-offscreen Marcy, and wonders, "I thought you said it was broken?" The camera reverses, and Marcy is soaked from head to foot with blood and monster guts, because she made the incredibly unfortunate decision to stand directly beneath the woodchipper's chute. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" That, indeed, my scaly friend, but also: HA! Marcy, quite humorously benumbed by recent events, slurs, "I jussedah t'getcha t'come over heerrrr." Hee. Bobby too casually supposes he might still drop by for dinner some other night, but Marcy, even in her current state of discombobulation, knows that is never, ever going to happen, so Beleaguered Bobby sad-sacks something about the story of his life before wryly grinning himself into this evening's next commercial break. Wah. Wah. Waaaaah!

Emporium, the following morning. "You're still alive?" Rufus jokes via his cell. "Don't act so surprised," Bobby grumbles by way of response. The shot cuts over to Rufus's current location, which is a diner-slash-gas station somewhere remote, just so you know. "How 'bout Godzilla?" he asks. "Put 'er down," Bobby laconically replies. "So, you just happened to have a bamboo dagger blessed by a Shinto priest laying around?" Rufus scoffs. "Woodchipper," Bobby retorts. Rufus takes a moment to visualize, then admits, "That pretty much trumps everything." Does it ever. Bobby smiles slightly to himself, and Rufus apologizes for screwing everything up so badly, but he does have some good news to pass along by way of making amends: His Caithness contacts managed to dig up some pretty choice intel on "Fergus Roderick MacLeod." Crowley's human self was born in Canisbay -- get it? -- in 1661, and what's more, he had a son who emigrated to the United States to work as a ship's captain. The son's name? Gavin. Gavin MacLeod. I told you that wasn't a Highlander reference. "Anne Baxter?! Halston!? Bob Mackie?! Elke Sommer!? Gloria Vanderbilt?! MORGAN BRITTANY!!? Why do you not have that episode on tape, you wretched little man?!" I did, fool, paired with the "Follies" episode, until you broke it trying to watch "I'm The Greatest Star" ninety-seven times in a goddamned row. "Oh! I do apologize, I'm sure!" Yeah, whatever. "No, I do! Most sincerely!" May I continue? "Please!" Good.