In proper talk-show fashion the chair connects...sort of.  Sammy gets the sinking feeling that the chair is passing through the monster somehow before coming into contact with something meaty.  There is a crunching noise and the screams stop.<br/><br/><em>...gonnagetmegonnagetmenonononononopleasemommano...</em><br/><br/>OW!<br/><br/>What was that?  It felt just like getting hit on the back of the head with a frying pan.<br/><br/>Oh.<br/><br/>Uh oh.<br/><br/>Sammy is now standing over the crumpled form of a fat guy in a loud Hawaiian floral shirt with a knife stuck in his arm.  What the hell just happened?  Where'd the monster go?<br/><br/>In the next few seconds, the viking types close on Sammy and gaze down on the used-to-be-a-monster in puzzlement, making angry noises.  Fortunately, they seem just as puzzled as everybody else.