True Blood

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Jacob Clifton: A+ | 2527 USERS: B
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Meanwhile Sam is sitting on a porch somewhere with a shotgun when Bill vamp-zooms up into his face, presumably to ask him to be so kind as to get sacrificed to the devil without making a huge fuss about it.

Meanwhile -- still on the floor in Maryann's kitchen, still lying where Gran died -- Mike Spencer is laughing into Sookie's ear about the road not taken to the point that she's bored and just goes, "Mike, enough with the foreplay, let's just... Let's just do it already." He says it's fine for her to be on top, because it's better for his back, and she immediately proceeds to club the shit out of him with a cast-iron skillet. Upstairs, she hears groans of pleasure -- "Oh, yeah, baby, you... Oh, yeah, I want me some of that, show me how you shake your moneymaker, that's it..." -- and opens a bedroom door only to find some random tattooed guy fawning over himself in a dress. "Too much?" he asks, and she closes the door politely on him. "Way too much." I love Sookie under pressure. She's like a person, plus awesome.

There's a crashing from Gran's room; the room that was going to be hers, before Dallas. Before even the walls and sconces aged themselves well past the wear and tear of the old Compton place. Tara and Eggs are smashing, destroying everything: perfume bottles, sentimental items. Whatever makes this place hers, or Grans, is gone. "Oh, tear it up," Eggs giggles, while Tara laughs. "It's paid for!" His voice is familiar.

Sookie snatches at Gran's knitting, but Tara won't let go. "I need it for the nest!" She whoops and carries it over to the bed, where an actual nest -- lovely, in a Pottery Barn self-consciously rustic way -- is taking shape around a giant egg. Actual egg, on the bed, in a nest, as Tara arranges the ribbons and threads and Eggs scatters feathers down onto it. And before Sookie can even comment on this latest ridiculous turn of events, a lacquered hand lays itself lightly across her shoulders: "I was looking for you," Lafayette smiles as she begins to scream. His eyes are black as night. The guide is gone.

True Blood

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