Flutter, Flutter RAAAWWWR! "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" shrieks Raoul, as is his wont, only this time around, he nearly upsets his little drinks cart, what with all the excitement. "ACK!" That's rather an ungainly noise, coming from you. "Oh, I do apologize, I'm sure!" Raoul replies, once he's stabilized the flagons. "But all of that delightful fluttering caught me entirely off guard!" You're going to miss it next season, aren't you? "I do believe I shall!" Even if Kripke replaces it with your exploding-corpse idea? "Well!" Raoul begins, wasting not an instant to change his opinion regarding the matter. "Were that the case, I'm sure I'd find some way to adjust!" I'm sure you would, friend of friends. I'm sure you would. "Hee! [Slurp!]"

So, where were we? Oh, yeah: Back to The Super-Boring Panic Room Of Super Boringness for Boring Sammy's boring detox, already in progress. How do we know it's already in progress, I hear you ask? "[Slurp!] I didn't ask you anything! [Slurp!]" Knock it off, Raoul. "Tee!" ANY-way, we know the detox is already in progress because Crazy Sammy's suddenly gone all oddly-angled and blurry while he massages his throbbingly sweaty temples and such, and on top of all of those clichés, he leaps to his agitated feet to pace the tiny confines of his cell for a very lengthy period of time until he finally gives in to the urge and just flings himself at the barred iron door to scratch and claw at the hinges. Is this episode over yet? "It is not!" Crap. Well, then, after Boring Sammy absolutely ruins his perfectly good manicure on the carefully salted iron and such, he finally gives up and turns to exhale, and that would typically be a very bad thing, indeed, for his breath streams visibly from his pretty, pretty mouth, which under normal circumstances would indicate the presence of something most foul down there in The Super-Boring Panic Room, but because this is a boring detox episode, it simply indicates Boring Sammy's finally gone around the bend and straight into his first hallucination of the evening. Even worse? That first hallucination takes the form of Uncle Arthur, so you'll forgive me if I keep this segment brief. "I will not!" shrieks Raoul, and watch it, you dizzy lizard. "Well, I am sorry, I'm sure, but does not the subsequent scene involve positively delightful amounts of GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!?" It does not. "Really?!" Nope, even though Hallucinatory Uncle Arthur immediately straps Boring Sammy's remarkably healthy fifteen-foot frame to Princess Embolism's torture table and even though Hallucinatory Uncle Arthur then proceeds to dig around inside Boring Sammy's remarkably healthy torso with a scalpel, they -- get this -- do not display the gore! "Well!" Raoul shrieks, appalled. "Of all the foul, despicable, underhanded, wicked, and insulting tricks! Why, I've half a notion to ruin my perfectly good manicure on that hateful little Kripkeeper person's head!" Should you choose to do so, no jury in the land would dare convict you, my impressively fanged companion. "Because my cause is just!?" No, because of those impressive goddamn fangs of yours, you adorable little pea-brained reptile, you. Duuuuuh! "Ooops! Hee! [Slurp!]"