the queen of darkness is here. thanks for the head's up. where you going? oh, we're out of eggs. and you have no idea why? well, charlie, i would assume somebody ate them. okay, let's go with that. then i tried freudian analysis, but with them, you know, it's just sex, sex, sex. my doctor has a cow puppet. really? md or phd? c-o-w. hey, mom, can i talk to you for a minute? oh, be right there. now, honey, the cow puppet doesn't need to know about the time you saw grandmommy dancing with the cuban gentleman in the neiman marcus changing room. what is it, charlie? i need to talk to you about alan. he's been acting really strange lately. and i suppose it's my fault. no, no. well, maybe. the thing is, he's been sleepwalking, and i remember him doing it when he was a kid. oh, yes. it was shortly after your father passed away. what did you do about it? well, nothing, really. it seemed to stop by itself when he was 13. right around the time he started taking those long showers and, you know, relieving his anxiety in a more direct way. got it. so, sexual release cured his sleepwalking. se