All this fascinating stuff is interrupted by some girl squealing. It's because Felix is playfully grinding with her. Weevil appears, and he and Logan face each other like generals in a parley ground. Logan: "Private party, man." Not exactly Grant and Lee, is it? Weevil makes the most swaggering, bullying rebuttal about how it's their turf. Considering the thrust of his words is, "How would you like it if we did it to you?" it's no mean feat that he injects them with menace. Logan, in turn, makes a big show of smirking for the crowd, trying to portray "Can you believe this guy" but instead exuding "I am scared shitless." (Oh, all y'all on the forums who are wondering if thinking Logan's hot means you need help? It does. Kisses!) He recovers, though, to loudly tell everyone there that Weevil's grandmother is his family's housekeeper. I bet you think he can't get any worse, huh? Well, he says she keeps things "spic and span," and in the course of this little speech, he sets Hilton up for some more lines. Remember what I said last time about infinity? Yeah. Before Weevil can treat Logan's nose with the same respect he did in the last episode, some other shaved-head member of Vin and the Diesels butts in that "Grandma says you go through a box of tissue [sic] a day." Well, he doesn't seem like the crying type, but...oh. Ew. I'd say that this is like West Side Story meets 8 Mile, but it's also kind of retarded, so...8 Mile Flowers For Algernon? Anyway, before any ugliness that's not Paris Hilton happens, a siren blares, and it turns out Officer Fuckface has pulled up with a henchman. The kids disperse, and the henchFace asks if they're going to go after them. Officer Fuckface says they'll just grab the kegs. "Tell the guys cookout at my place tomorrow night." Um, hee. I hate him, but still.