“I want to gorge on human blood, not because some Bible tells me too, but because I like it! It makes my dick hard!”
There you have it, folks.
Whoa. The Guardian taps him on his head, says “you’re done,” and whips out the I-stake control. He hits the button, but nothing happens. Within seconds, Russell speeds over, screams “peace is for pussies,” and stakes the Guardian real good. He doesn’t explode, but gets all weird and zombie-y.
Bill, Eric, southern lady Authority and foreign snooty Authority are all surprised; Salome looks on and vaguely cries but clearly knew this was coming. Nora’s still praising Lilith like crazy in her cell.
So, this episode was better than the last few in my opinion, despite the Tara/Pam shortage. There were a few really emotional scenes that got me – Bills’ glamouring of Sookie, Terry’s speeches to Patrick and Arlene, and Hoyt’s plea to Jessica. There was a bit of action, and a fairly high body count – Doug et. all, the vamp-hating store clerk, Hoyt’s suck buddy, and maybe the Guardian – but it was mostly about the characters’ interactions with each other, which is what I prefer.
Lafayette’s story seems to finally be going somewhere – hopefully Mexico – and I liked seeing Ruby Jean again. I’m glad the Terry storyline is heading somewhere new, with him leaving, even though that’s sad. (Is he leaving the show? That would be dumb.) Hoyt and Sam’s storylines seem to converging. Someone beat up Sookie, which is always satisfying. The Guardian is dead, which means I don’t have to hear any of his stupid speeches any more, and Russell is back – and I’ll be interested to see how he interacts with Nora, Salome, and the other religious freaks who for some reason thought they should let him out. I hope they know they can’t control him now.