Episode Report Card Demian: D+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Rebitched
By Demian | Season 8 | Episode 5 | Aired on 10.22.2005
Down in the foyer, The Retard bimbos through the front hall as Antosis smears in behind her, where he's presently joined by a reddish swarm of tiny flying monkeys that coagulate into Imp Master form. The demons spout the expected threats for a bit until The Imp Master more or less vomits a cloud of his little pals from his pores. The swirling imps dart around his body as he and Antosis advance upon The Retard. Meanwhile, the Glammed Gals have arrived on the stairwell's upper landing from above to offer wary eyes at the goings-on down in the main hall. Finally, after much sneering from both sides, The Retard produces from her jacket pocket a vanquishing vial that she hurls at The Imp Master's feet. Demon go boom. Of mild interest, though, is the fact that the little flying monkeys go boom one by one first, which was sort of cool. Not that I much care at this point, because we've still got another eight minutes left in this episode, and as I've noted before, tonight's Nefarious Plot For Neighborhood Domination is merely a prop for the main storyline involving the sisters' lives. So, long story short, the Manor Morons finish things off by reciting the following Power of Three from their place on the stairs:
Hear us now, the witches call,
He who makes Samaritans fall!
We speak as one, the Sisters Three,
And banish you to Eternity.
And...demon go boom again, some more. Pretty, shiny, swirly, suck-him-through-the-floor boom, but boom nevertheless. There's a brief scene involving the unbearably lispy Retarded Bimbo that makes me want to beat her with a stick until she's dead, then die myself, then come back from beyond the grave kick her to death some more before dying again and resurrecting myself one more time to pelt her bloody corpse with dead rats, and then it's over and we've found ourselves slung into...
...the Closing Travelogue, which involves night passing into day over the Golden Gate Bridge. Back at the Manor, we're treated to a blissful, dialogue-free montage of the Morons therein sadly and silently evaluating their glamoured reflections in various mirrors, and I suppose this is the production staff's way of bidding a fond farewell to Monica Allgeier, Christina Ulloa, Ragan Wallake, and Andrew McGinnis. You, of course, may feel free to say, "Good riddance, you weird-looking freaks." Post-montage, we find Raige and Phoebe seated in their pajamas at the dining room table, listlessly picking away at a fruit plate and a bowl of gruel, respectively. Piper and the Dolt enter from above and, long story short, the assembled idiots decide it's time to shed their glamours and return to their old identities. Just go with it, because there are three entire scenes left after this one, okay? The four arrange themselves in front of the large mirror hanging above the dining room's sideboard, and Phoebe reads the following from the slip of paper she's drawn from the pocket of her robe: