Dave suddenly bolts into the kitchen and starts lobbing spatulas at the group. "Stay away, killer samurai!" he shrieks. Steve's all, "What the hell is this?" One of the girls flicks on the lights, and Dave cowers in the kitchen. "I'd recognize you anywhere, Yasu! You cannot hide behind your crimson shield! Crimson shield! Level twenty-four! Protect your flank," Dave yells, practicing ninja moves in a frenzy. "Combo, combo, spin, combo!" Steve watches this with frightened interest, as though he's mining the incident for use in a killer Psych paper. Dave continues his rabid rant. "Oh, you've brought your concubines with you!" he screams, begging for Steve-as-Yasu to murder him swiftly with an axe and "let the blood run through my kitchen!" Steve stares. Rachel stares. Lizzie stares. Dave pants. "Ah, I think I took too much speed," he admits. "Okay? There. You have it. Wooo!" He's got great comic timing, but part of me wishes the cameo had remained as admirably restrained as it was. Still, considering his recent penchant for wearing thong undies on camera, I consider us blessed.

Dave crashes from his trip, Steve gingerly perched near him. "Oh my God, Steven, I really thought I was in that ninja game," grins Dave. "I almost killed you. I was really going to kill you." Steve agrees. He knows there was a demon spatula in that kitchen, bearing his name. "And the irony of it is, you don't even look like Yasu," explains Dave with amazement. Coughing, Steve awkwardly asks about their papers, which naturally aren't complete. Dave decides he'll forge a doctor's note so that they can get extensions, but Rachel and Steve have already commenced hyperventilation. Feeling a surge of courage, Steve decides he will be a big boy and write his paper all by his grown-up self.

Frosh Pit. Shaggy sits cross-legged on the bed and lovingly fondles his wad, which, I note, he has not blown. Heath plops down on a chair and intones that he earned a whopping eighty-nine cents. Welcome to the first ten years of your acting career, Heath. I'm overcome at seeing Heath and Shaggy in a room together -- don't they know they're supposed to be in separate subplots? Ron is disgusted at Heath's failure. "All you had to do was get a few hundred dollars! How hard is that? Didn't you see Oliver?" he fumes. "That little bugger scammed people all over the place!" The bickering continues until Ron rather brilliantly calls Heath "Puss in Boots," at which point I'm laughing too hard to notice that Shaggy's got some lines here. Basically, he's caressed the wad long enough, and is ready to release it. "I even laid it out in a briefcase and pretended I was getting a hostage back, you know?" he grins. Aw, except ew, Shaggy suddenly looked so much like Tom Green right then. It passed, but for a moment, I wanted to weep. And so, bored, Shaggy tosses his wad at Ron, who gleefully catches it and wastes no time spending it on his dish guts stock.