Well, I'm not proud of this one. It's nothing but dope and potty humor that does nothing to advance the plot. As the official description has it:
Deathmatch, schmeathmatch. Jeb Robertson Bush has hunted down and slain his rogue brother in the swamps, but to no avail--the demonic George refuses to die! Being decapitated, filleted, and left for dead only got the dumbass worked up. What the fuck can his half-brother do? A revelatory astral visit from Jeb's ghostly real dad Pat Robertson lays an onus on his anus to finish the job.
Meanwhile, out in the bayou, George discovers the worst--he's out of BEER! But then, a solution--"solution" being in a LITERAL sense-- presents itself when George recalls his frat days and the pleasures of gettin' high off jenkem...and "Oh, shit" ain't enough of a description.
Trust me, this episode rapidly plunges from the operatic heights to the pull-my-finger depths like a skeet-shot cliffdiver--but it serves a real purpose, because we'll *need* a breather and a little recreational chemical therapy. This story arc is playing out, and it's about to shift into high gear. Get ready to strap in, because the NEXT episode is one motherfucker of a nitrofueled grindhouse explosion of stunning, jaw-dropping violence that FINALLY, ONCE AND FOR ALL SETTLES THE GEORGE/JEB SCORE FOR GOOD.