Saten Twist knows that Sword is a fraud, and is frustrated by the police's stupidity. Knowing that weird man from before was Michael Deets, Saten follows Deets home and obtains fingerprints and blood samples. But is completely ignored by the police who regard Saten's "real evidence" as totally unreliable in the same manner real police are distrusting of supposed psychic detectives. Deciding he has to do something to stop the killer, Saten imitates Sword's attempted flight so that he passes into a coma, telling Trixie to make sure he's taken to the same hospital.

A bunch of "real" psychics cycle around Sword. Wanting to sue him for taking all their business.

To cover his tracks, Sword frames them all as suspects.

Reporter: Multiple arrests were made today for the murder of Hillary Neals. Police raided the Motel at 4 a.m., where seven psychic detectives were staying. [footage of the arrests is shown. Two of them are beaten, a third is slammed against a squad car until the side of her head begins to bleed, and a fourth holds police at bay. He tries to fight them with his fake powers, but they simply open fire and kill him where he stands] The psychic detectives' horrible crime was found out by psychic detective Master Sword, [Sword is in picture, shown in dramatic pose with psychic waves emanating from his forehead] who is now the only psychic not behind bars.. What an amazing coincidence.

Sword (watching TV): Coooool. [the doorbell rings and Sword concentrates] Ah, Saten is at the door. Come in, Saten! [the door opens and Michael Deets walks in, covered in blood] Who are you?

Michael Deets: You. You give everyone else credit for my work, because you fail to see my greatness.

Sword: ... 'Kay.

Michael Deets: Because of you, nobody knows the extent of my deeds.

Sword: Oh yeah. Awesome. Hold on, just a second. [hops off the sofa, walks away a bit, and calls out] Derpy, there's some homeless guy here. Make him go awa-. [Deets quickly advances and smothers Sword's face with a cloth, making Sword inhale chloroform and pass out.]

Sword awaken in a dark unfinshed business. strapped down to a wheelchair.

Sword (scared): Hey. Hey, what's goin' on?!

Michael Deets (wearing that robe again): Welcome... You are obviously a big fan of my work.

Sword: Your wo- I don't even know you dude!

Michael Deets: But I am the serial killer! The one whose rightful place in history you have smirched!

Sword: (gulps)

Michael Deets: And now you will have a place of honor, as my nineteenth victim!

Sword: NO! NO PLEASE! Y You don't wanna kill me. Please, I'll give you anything you want!

Michael Deets: Before you die, let me show you the things that I've done, so you will understand the breadth of my transformation! [starts up a slideshow projector] This... is me at the grand canyon. [shows a shot of him there] Do you see? This is me at Mount Rushmore [the next picture is shown, with him looking lovingly at the faces there] Do you see?!

Sword tearfully nodes.

Michael Deets (angrily): Do you see?!

Sword (tearfully): YES! yes, I see! [another Mount Rushmore picture is shown, with Michael looking at the camera this time]

Michael Deets: Here I am at the Alamo in San Antonio. Do you see? [next slide, this time Deets has a slasher smle in the picture, with his hands ready to grab something] This was just outside of the gift shop. DO YOU SEE?!

Sword: AAAAAAAH!