GARGOYLES! PSYCHICS!
The only part of this one that didn't actually happen was Paisley vomiting, but I put it in so there'd be a subplot and something to foreshadow the great sympathy required by that gut-wrenching bit at the end. Thirty years ago, I'm told, but I could probably look it up.
This has been done a few hours but I had to watch the obese fundamentalist woman on our Tivo tell me what was darksided. That is my yankee sense of smug satisfaction.
For more about Jamie and I hanging out today, read here.