Sookie absentmindedly adjust the gigantic chip on her shoulder and asks Andy Bellefleur what the fuck he wants for lunch even though she already fucking knows, and he asks to see Sam, and she says she'll tell him Andy's looking for him but meanwhile what the fuck does Andy want for lunch and by the effing way, "While you make up your mind, how about I tell you what you can get for me, Andy Bellefleur? I'd love to have whoever's killing off my family's head on a platter. Think you could arrange that for me?" Andy sort of officially asks her to stop being a bitch, but she kind of has a point: "I don't appreciate my officers of the law enjoying casual lunches while there's a killer out there trying to hunt me down." Across the room, Amy's Spidey Sense causes her to excuse herself and come toward them. "Did you know he got into my house again last night? Yes. And he killed my cat. He cut her head off and took it with him." When you put it like that, it's not only awful but hilarious. It's like the more pissed off Sookie becomes, the more adorable she can't help but get, like some kind of evolutionary leg up.
Andy is, of course, horrified, and asks why she didn't call the police. Valid! "Because all the station would've done is send you. And I can guarandamntee you if I had called, you'd still be here right now acting like you don't know what you're gonna order, even though you always have the cheeseburger." That's called tmesis, when you put a word inside another word like that; it's like a little mushroom guy you have to jump over to get to the end of the word. Amy doesn't waste any time screwing around, just offers to take "Detective," note, Bellefleur's order. Sookie screeches that it's her table, like a five-year-old, and Amy's like, "Dude? Chill. Take a break." Sookie pounds a fist against the table and runs off, wondering why people are always saying she's a crazy retard because that's so unfair, and Andy's like, "And I will have the fucking cheeseburger and fries because that bitch is psychic," and Amy's eyebrows are all, "And yet the only thing worse than rural Louisiana is somehow still Connecticut."
Later, Amy finds Sookie grumbling in the gazebo and Sookie subtly implies she should go fuck herself. "Sometimes I wish I smoked, you know? So you could sneak outside without anybody knowing something's wrong with you." Amy's like, Um, okay. "I'm really sorry about your cat," she says, just at the right moment as she's leaving, and Sookie's like, "I am so Tara right now! I shouldn't have come in." Amy asks why the hell she did, considering all the things that have of late befallen her, and Sookie goes, "I dunno, because if I called in sick every time somebody I loved got murdered I'd never come to work?" Amy smiles, and says Sam would understand, but Sookie's like, not the point. Arlene's more useless than usual, showing off her ring the whole time, and Tara's off being nuts, so it's really just Sookie being an asshole and Amy being perfect, which is unfair to everybody. Amy's all about how Arlene is kind of a wonderful fucking pain in your ass, and Sookie laughs. "Can you imagine what she was like the first time she got married?"