So, Sammy went and found himself a demon to chat up with. A demon, Sam? That's what we hunt. You can't make buddy buddy with a demon just for the possibility of saving me. Well, in other news, we lost $46,000 to some chick with a crappy british accent. Oh, and Sammy lost his shoe. His shoe! What is he, 5 years old!? I swear. He goes and holds a rabbit's foot and all Hell breaks loose. Ha, get it, breaks loose. We opened the gate to Hell. I crack myself up sometimes.