Adventures In Babysitting

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Demian: D | 8 USERS: A-
Dear Mister Hardy Boy, Play Us A Tune
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Rattle, Rattle WE DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE ROAD SO FAR! As REO Speedwagon's "Ridin' The Storm Out" kicks in on the soundtrack, we plunge into an incredibly lengthy -- like, a-full-minute-and-a-half-of-screentime lengthy -- review of the season thus far, which seems a trifle excessive. I mean, is there anyone left watching this show now who hasn't been watching it since the premiere back in September? Do we few -- we miserable few, we band of masochists -- really need reminders of Castiel and the Leviathans and Lucifer and Crowley and this show's version of The Fox Sisters at this point? Yeah, no. So, long story short, the first half of this season happened, and it all ended with Bobby dropping dead in a hospital bed in Hammonton, New Jersey, but not before the dear old hairball biffed his final earthly task by scrawling "45489" on Darling Sammy's gigantic mitt instead of "454895" like he was supposed to. Oh, Bobby!

Rattle, Rattle STILL NOT GIVING A SHIT NOW! And when the dripping is done, the camera fades up on a nighttime truck-stop parking lot to linger for a moment on the lissome lady of the evening now coyly plying her trade out by the rigs before it retreats a bit to swing through the stop's diner, where it lands upon that ragged-looking eminence of British Columbian television, Ian Tracey, just as his waitress stops by to refill his cup of coffee. "You been here a couple nights in a row, now," the waitress observes, giving Ian Tracey the eye. "I like the ambiance," Ian Tracey jokes with a light shrug of his shoulders before returning his attention to that lissome lass outside, the latter of whom is just now drawing a bulbous trucker away from the bright lights of the diner's portico and over towards a considerably dimmer and decidedly more private area of the lot. Waitress Marlene begins to ask if Ian Tracey will be needing anything else this evening, but he's already on his feet and headed for the door in order to give chase, though not before inadvertently gifting us all with a glimpse of the massive hunting knife he's got strapped to his waistband as he hurriedly scrounges around in his jeans pocket for a tip. "Keep safe out there!" Marlene calls out after his disappearing form, and with that, we head out into...

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