...Bobby's Emporium, where Bobby himself arrives out on the lot with news that the cops found his abandoned Chevelle in an alley in Jamestown, North Dakota. Dean, who'd been futzing with the Impala's engine for whatever reason, correctly assumes that Psychotic Sammy's "switching up" on the vehicular transportation in order to throw them off his trail, and asks if any of the area's cars have been stolen in the last 24 hours. "Two," Bobby nods, "a 1999 Honda Civic, blue," and "a white '05 Escalade with custom rims." Deductive El Deano realizes Psychotic Sammy would most likely choose the least likely of those options, and instructs Bobby to remain at The Emporium while he himself tears off across The Plain States in Metallicar, searching for a late-model gas-guzzling abortion bearing asinine hubcaps.
Over in The Honeymoon Suite From Hell, Princess Embolism and her psychotic slampiece lounge around upon the bed, engaging in a little post-suckage pillow talk, and the upshot of it all is this: Lilith's down to the final two or three seals while the angels are off "screwing the pooch, wherever they are," and things are looking very dire, indeed, but Princess Embolism does have some good news amongst all the bad. "Seal Sixty-Six," she reveals, "can't be broken by just any demon -- apparently, only Lucifer's First can do it." Psychotic Sammy's all, "Explain, please," so Princess Embolism launches herself into this neverending story she first heard at "Demon Sunday School" regarding Lucifer and God and humans and blah, until she finally gets to the goddamned point: Lilith's the very first demonized human being, ever, so only she can break the final seal. Psychotic Sammy, because he's so smart, quickly determines that should he stop Lilith, he'll stop The Apocalypse, and wonders if Princess Embolism knows where she is. Princess Embolism does not, but she has managed to "close in on a member of Lilith's entourage," specifically Lilith's personal dietician. "Really?" Psychotic Sammy squints. "What does she eat?"
Why, the same thing as Tyra, Speidi, Gokey, and [insert the name of your favored celebutard suspect here], of course! Babies! "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" Don't get yourself too excited, Raoul, for there will be no actual baby-eating on-screen this evening. "Drat!" Nope, instead we're treated to a very amusing but entirely disposable scene between two neonatal nurses gossiping about how one of their colleagues "down in St. Paul" suddenly and mysteriously absconded with two of her charges -- the latter of whom were never found, of course -- until they arrive at the nursery window, where the blonde one gazes fondly down upon the dozen fresh infants currently occupying the room's bassinets to coo, "Look at every little finger on them!" "I know," the brunette agrees with a broad smile on her face. "They're just delicious!" "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" And while Raoul practically piddles himself with glee despite my earlier admonition, the brunette's eyes flip themselves beetle black with such force that they end up somersaulting directly into the next METAL TEETH CHOMP! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Jesus. If you get like that at the mere suggestion of the thing, I can't imagine how you'd react if they actually showed Lilith chowi..."EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Ugh. "Hee! [Slurp!]"