Bobby, by now thoroughly pissed off, grumbles something threatening, but Crowley simply and rather blithely reminds him of the contract's ten-year term and makes as if to leave. Bobby's all, "Not so fast, you poncy sack of shit," and flicks on a convenient black light to reveal that Crowley's been standing on a heretofore invisible devil's trap. D'OH! According to Bobby, Crowley's thus free to rot where he stands until he decides to return Bobby's soul. "What am I going to do?" Crowley sardonically wonders, right before he slyly whistles for his massive Hellhound. The beast quickly answers its master's summons, and unleashes a ferocious and extremely windy bark directly in Bobby's face. Bobby's all, "Curses! Foiled again!" and he stoops to scrape a break in the trap, after which he rises to vow, "This ain't over." "I wouldn't have it any other way!" Crowley airily replies, and with that, the demon steps across the break, straight into the...

...Tinkle, Tinkle RAAAWWWR! And as Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon still refuses to acknowledge the dreadful Season Six title card, I suppose we can get right into the episode proper. "Hmph!" Are you simply expressing disdain, my scaly friend, or do you actually have something to say at this juncture? "Hmph!" Disdain it is, then.

As the camera fades up on a passel of brats romping around in a playlot, the location card informs us we've arrived in Kenosha, Wisconsin, where it is "Present Day." The camera then tracks down through the underbrush at the playlot's edge until it lands on... a violently eviscerated corpse! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" shrieks Raoul, writhing about atop his overstuffed armchair with delight, his title card-related snit vaporizing even faster than that pre-credits hurricane. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I'm so pleased this development pleases you, friend of friends. "Oh, it's wonderful!" Raoul shriekingly enthuses. "The way that charming little gentleman's rib cage has just been splayed right open like that! And those vivid entrails of his!" They are rather picturesque, aren't they? "Indeed! 'EEEEEEEEEEEEE!' I say! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Unfortunately, I'm afraid we can't linger. "But...! But...! Why?!" Because Darling Sammy's just arrived to announce the crime scene contains no traces of EMF or sulphur, which means I've got a raft of exposition to plow through. "Rats!" Don't worry -- there's plenty more where this came from tonight. "Hooray!"