ANY-way, back in The Hatefully Dull Room Of Demonically Boring Detox, Sweaty Stupid Sammy stares into the sun for too long, so his dead mother pops up beside him to whack him upside the head with an old copy of Reader's Digest. "You'll ruin your eyes!" Burnt Mary yells. "And why the hell did you hallucinate me with a foot-wide gash through my torso? Something you want to tell me, baby boy? Some thanks I get after sacrificing my immortal soul to save your dumb ass! And on Mother's Day, no less! Oh, how sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!" Well, except for the part where absolutely none of that happens at all, because this episode's gotten so boring that I'm the sweaty stupid idiot who's hallucinating things, including, apparently, the sunlight Crazy Sammy was just staring into, because hasn't it been nighttime topside for the last four scenes? Or are you trying to tell me Bobby's got a goddamned arc lamp on the top of his panic room? Well? Which is it, show? WHICH IS IT? "Demian!" WHAT? "I apologize for the interruption, I'm sure, but don't you think you might be overreacting just a teensy little bit?!" CHOKE ON YOUR FLAGON AND DIE, RAOUL. "Well!" Oh, I'm sorry, my scaly friend, really. It's just that there are thirty-two minutes of actual episode content left, and I don't...I can't...it's so...AAUAUAUUAUAUUAAAAAGH. "Take a break! [Slurp!]" That's...actually a pretty good idea. Thanks, friend of friends! "Don't mention it!"