Episode Report Card Demian: F | 159 USERS: C+ YOU GRADE IT Desperate Crackmonkeys
By Demian | Season 8 | Episode 4 | Aired on 2005.10.16
Oh, Jesus. Back in the nonexistent attic, The Retarded Bimbo's still playing around with her telekinesis and those stupid whippy-around things, so let's just skip ahead to the point where an infuriated Piper bursts into the nonexistent room from the upper hall, followed by her Dolt of a husband, shall we? Oh, I'm sorry. That's not much of a better idea, actually, because what is the cause of Piper's rampant and incessant bitchery this evening? That's right. THAT STUPID FUCKING NORMAL LIFE SHE'S BEEN WHINING ABOUT FOR THE LAST SEVEN FUCKING YEARS THAT SHE NOW HAS. AUUAUAUUGH! Over the strenuous objections of the Dolt, Piper intends to use some spell in the Book of Shadows to concoct the rest of the Psycho's costume for his stupid school play. Eventually, the Dolt convinces Piper to make the costume herselzzzzzzzzzz. Would something fucking happen already? Please? What is it with this tedious shit?
God! Finally! Over in the still-ruined Not!warts, Michelle Stafford smears into the middle of the debris-filled library, where she's greeted by a black-clad Latino demon who's sporting a rather disturbingly feathered yet greasy poof on the top of his head. "Well?" the greasily poofy henchdemon inquires. "I'm beginning to gain the boy's trust," Michelle Stafford allows, before noticing the disarray that surrounds her. "What's taking you so long?" she spits. "You were supposed to have this cleaned days ago!" Some lesser henchdemon begins to protest that reconstructing Not!warts is more difficult than they were led to believe, but before he gets halfway through his sentence, Michelle Stafford shoots across the room to push him into the air by his throat. "I don't want to hear any more excuses, do you understand me?" she howls before flinging the mouthy lesser henchdemon backwards through the air into a stringy vanquish. What? That's what happened: He dissolved into a rapidly deteriorating fringe of stringy demonic bits that presently vanished into the floor. Hey, don't look at me. I'm not the one who comes up with these shitty effects.