A timid underling knocked on the door to the room where Mr. Ketch was listening to the bug set in the American's Bunker.

"Excuse me? Hate to bother you, sir, but Dr. Hess would like to know what you've learned about the Americans."

The underling expected Mr. Ketch to be annoyed at the interruption. Outraged perhaps. Deadly even. But the expression on his face was one of exhaustion as he pulled the headset off.

"Apparently it's a 'down' day for the Winchesters, as they've spent three hours indulging in a 'Three Stooges' marathon, followed upon by not one but two Marx Brothers movie. They then engaged in a quite heated argument over the merits and failings of Curly, Shep, Gummo and Zeppo, after which one of them, in a fit of pique, slammed a colossal book on the table, nearly shattering my ear drums in the process."

As he spoke, the agitation in his voice and manner increased until finally he threw the headset on the console, barking,

"And who the bloody hell is Francis?"