You know... the moment Vladimir started barking for his bread and pissing that Renee's not cutting it right and there's the knife right there on the fucking cutting board, I just knew someone was going to end up stabbed by the end of the hour.
Who knew it'd be three someones? Including Jack! *cracks up*
But oh, it was so damn satisfying watching Renee plunge that knife into Vladimir's chest again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again...
Hah. Hah. Hah. Nighty-night, Vladimir! Happy trails in hell!