And now? SMACKDOWN! "Wheeeee!" Because Psychotic Sammy still su-huuuuucks at the hand-to-hand even in this, his somewhat demonically enhanced state, Dean lands not one, not two, but eight physically debilitating body blows in a row upon his combat-challenged brother until Psychotic Sammy finally pulls his insane shit together and slams Dean face-first into a mirror! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" And then? The Ginormotron Antichrist hurls The Stumpy Little Bow-Legged Lamb Of God through a wall! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" And then? Psychotic Sammy chokes the living crap out of him! "VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE! VIOLENCE! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" As Raoul collapses back upon the cushions of his overstuffed armchair in an overstimulated fit of unadulterated glee, Psychotic Sammy continues to throttle his ungrateful wretch of a brother's scrawny little neck until, finally, his insane crazy-person brain's decided it's had enough, and he withdraws to tower triumphant above the insulting little runty-sized pouty-lipped dicksmack on the floor. "You don't know me!" The Ginormotron Antichrist crazies down at Deoxygenated El Deano. "You never did, and you never will!" Dun-dun-DUN! "You walk out that door," Dean manages to gasp, "don't you ever come back!" Psychotic Sammy, by now almost as thoroughly over it all as your faithful recapper, simply flips Dean the bird before storming out into the final METAL TEETH CHOMP!, alone.
Next week: The end, whatsoever that end may be. Have you anything to add, Raoul? "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Guess not. See you then!
Demian's pretty sure you eat babies, too. Raoul's still too busy shrieking with delight over that last scene to defend your honor. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" You may reach the former at email@example.com. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.