Episode Report Card Demian: C | 2 USERS: D+ YOU GRADE IT Kill Bimbo: Vol. 2
By Demian | Season 8 | Episode 21 | Aired on 05.13.2006
Not!warts, and this certainly is a pointless scene. Fugly Rufus bemoans the release of The Hollow, but The Zombie Triad isn't exactly what you'd call interested in their underling's outburst. The Zombie Triad, by the way, is lined up on the glowing disk like they're the goddamned Chiffons about to belt out "He's So Fine" on Bandstand in 1963 for some asinine reason. This stupid show. Finally, at long last, The Hollowed Ps appear to release in the assembled demons' direction massive sporking bolts of electricity from the palms of their hands. Fugly Rufus, the lucky bastard, manages yet another dodge out of there, but The Zombie Triad sizzles and zots until they detonate in a tremendous Waste-Land-bound explosion of lightning and howls. I'd say, "Let's hope they stay dead this time," but I've seen the script for the finale, so I know better. Ooops! Spoiler! The Hollowed Ps take a moment to gloat before orbing over to...
...the Manor sun porch, where they arrive just as The Ultimate Retard and Openly Evil And Increasingly Deranged Chrissssty clomp down the final set of stairs from the second floor. Menacing words of the sort one would expect in such a situation are exchanged, but Holly Marie Combs gets in the best moments when Piper regards The Sisters Retard with a mix of disappointment and disgust and eyebrows, "I knew we shouldn't have trusted you." "You should have followed your instincts," Chrissssty's overly glossed lips snot back. "Next time," Piper replies, with a casual tilt of her head and a hint of a smirk. When Maggot Neck gruntssss, "There won't be a nexsssst time," Piper's magnificent expression of unalloyed loathing is indeed a beautiful thing to behold. Unfortunately, we can't linger on that, as Chrissssty and Maggot Neck now eject four streams of pyrokinetic energy from their outstretched palms. The Glamorous Ladies respond with six bolts of the sort they just used to vanquish The Zombie Triad, and the resulting bluish glow floods the sun porch upon which they stand. The two types of destructive mojo meet in the center of the house, where they initially seem to cancel each other out. Soon enough, however, the roiling ball of energy flicks out increasingly large fingers of electricity, the first of which shoots straight upwards to demolish the Manor's signature chandelier. A second blast wave radiates outwards from the center parlor to take out, among other things, the much-abused grandfather clock. And finally, the colliding powers surge and mushroom upwards and outwards in a pulse of deadly energy that blows both sets of witches backwards through the air. As the women scream, the camera cuts first upstairs to the unoccupied front bedroom, then even further up to the silent nonexistent attic. In a couple of effects shots that are both well-done and oddly shocking to watch, the billowing explosion tears upwards first through the bedroom and thence through the attic, spraying floorboards and fire until we abruptly dart outside to the Manor's nighttime façade in time to watch the entire building explode.
They just killed the Manor, people! Bastards! I...I...I haven't felt this bad about losing an inanimate object since Metallicar. Sniff.