Episode Report Card Demian: C+ | 186 USERS: C+ YOU GRADE IT Welcome To Fantathy Thithtern!
By Demian | Season 6 | Episode 6 | Aired on 2003.10.26
Raige warily edges through the door into the alley, only to be greeted by applauding and grateful mortals who emerge from various hiding places. "This can't be real," Raige mutters as two more demons materialize before her. Raige shoves the mute brat she'd been shepherding back into the gunky bar and, by orbing out, dodges the double FBODs the new arrivals hurl at her head. Raige orbs back in between the two demons and smirks, "Looking for me?" The new demons immediately fling another couple of FBODs at her, but Raige orbs out in place, so the brain-dead demonic simps end up vanquishing each other. Raige no sooner orbs back in than another FBOD comes flying her way, so she dives behind a Dumpster. "What the hell is going on?" she seethes.
Flash to Phoebe and Chronic, who's looking considerably worse for the wear, and I, for one, could not be happier with this turn of events. Pity he's not real. Chronic's propped against a low concrete wall, with Phoebe arranged rather photogenically at his side. She bellows uselessly for the Dolt, then again tries to convince Chronic that they've been flung into some sort of alternate reality. Phoebe also realizes, through her still stoopid yet mercifully silent new power, that the fake world in which they've found themselves is partly of Chronic's making. Chronic, pale and sweating profusely, still finds the strength to snark, "If I die, promise me you'll see a [shrink]." Phoebe smiles fondly and vows to get Chronic out of there alive. The camera tracks back from the two to…
…emerge through Thimon's cistern. "An empath?" Thimon screeches incredulously as Phoebe's vignette makes room for first Piper's, then Raige's. Raige, incidentally, is as we last saw her, but Piper's now behind the wheel of the Grand Cherokee, presumably speeding towards The Only Hospital In San Francisco. "You didn't tell me the middle sister was an empath!" Thimon rages, stomping over to Big Gay Chris. Big Chris lifts his head from his conveniently placed animal pelt all, "Whoops!" Thimon babbles about Chronic interfering in his grand plan before launching into a tedious monologue about dethire "crumbling" worlds because dethire is inherently "empty," like, shut up and die already. Nobody tuned in tonight to gain insight into your worldview, tool. Over in Phoebe's watery vignette, Chronic asks for something to drink. As Phoebe rises to her feet, Big Gay Chris weakly waves his hand in the air, and Phoebe's vignette collides with Raige's upon the cistern's surface, transferring Phoebe from her own world into that inhabited by her sister. I'd take a moment to wonder exactly how powerful my dear, impaled husband is if he could, even in his weakened state, override Thimon's massive madcap mojo with just a teensy bit of his own, but I've got a deadline to meet. Some will consider this display as further proof Big Gay Chris really is The Done One, and others will chalk it up to Big Chris's soon-to-be-revealed demonic nature. As for me, I don't give a rat's ass one way or the other anymore. Just keep the pretty, pretty boy on the show, because these other assholes are boring me to tears.