Episode Report Card Demian: B | 0 USERS: N/A YOU GRADE IT Sex And The Single Dolt
By Demian | Season 6 | Episode 16 | Aired on 2004.02.22
Not!warts Not-So-Great Hall. Some bored work-study chick casually and telekinetically flings library books onto a shelf until the tiresome Gideon smears in to chide her for handling her "legacy" in so casual a fashion. The work-study chick's all, "You pay me five-fifty an hour, jackhole. You want better service? Give me a raise." The Dolt enters at this point, and boring! He babbles something clueless about protecting the littlest Psycho by helping Raige and Phoebe get rid of me, but Gideon shoots him down. The Dolt belongs up in Whitelighterland with the other ever-useless Elders. If a dark demonic force captured the Dolt while he was earthbound, said dark demonic force would be able to infiltrate Whitelighterland and off the few ever-useless Elders that remain after Bogtrotter and Bitch Tits slaughtered most of their number in last season's finale. "It's time for you to fully accept your calling," Gideon intones, splitting an infinitive. "One that necessarily transcends the sins of the flesh -- family, even fatherhood." Whoa. When did Gideon decide to go all Paul of Tarsus on us? "Sins of the flesh"? Fuck you, you tedious pommy shithead. In any event, the Dolt insists that he won't follow Gideon's advice until he's certain the Psycho's safe. With that, he orbs out through the ceiling. Gideon tries to look menacing as he strides out of the frame.
P3. Big Gay Chris sits at the desk in the office, consulting various scraps of parchment while measuring angles on an astrological chart, presumably his own. He's interrupted by the club's janitor, a Magical Black Man named Clarence -- and yes, the It's A Wonderful Life reference is, I'm sure, deliberate, and as asinine as everything else about this godforsaken show. Well, except for all of us recappers in that last scene. We're fabulous. Now, before any of you fire off stroppy e-mails about the whole Magical Black Man thing, consider Magical Black Clarence's major lines in this scene: When Big Gay Chris claims he's been too busy lately to enjoy San Francisco's fine February weather, Magical Black Clarence replies, "The whole world seems to be too busy nowadays. Seems like nobody's got time to just enjoy the day anymore." Then, when Chris lets slip that "it doesn't get any better in the future, either," Magical Black Clarence lets loose with, "Future don't mean squat to me -- I'm too old to worry about it. Shouldn't to you, either -- you're too young." Only Magical Black Men talk like that. And with that, I'll be moving on, because the purpose of this scene is simply to establish that Magical Black Clarence is someone Big Gay Chris knows and more-or-less trusts, and that Big Gay Chris feels woozy. Now that we've accomplished both goals, let's get to the next bit, shall we?