mr. swanson? i'm tryin' out some cop entrances. oh, well, i'm here to help you out while bonnie's gone.well, i did work for that old lady down the street. meg, could you come here, please? what is it? could you see if i'm getting a bed sore on my back? sure. it looks fine to me, ma'am. thank you, dear. i must have just slept on it wrong. (laughing) i stole meg's cutaway. (whooshing) what the hell is going on in here? well, brian, i thought about what you said at the park, and i've decided you're right. i have gone soft. i've lost my sadistic streak. so i've built a concentrated neural enhancement device, designed to boost my evil side. all right, shall we take this thing for a spin? now, when i say so, hit that button. okay, hit it. (electronic whirring) (whirring grows louder) (whooshing) well, how do you feel? i don't know. i don't feel any different. well, why don't you try insulting me? yeah, okay. um, sometimes you chase helicopters. that's kind of lame. yeah. um... besides, i do that to protect the house.