Tomorrow...on the thrilling concl--well, maybe the conclusion,because that's part of the genius, isn't it--of this summer's most time consuming (er, engrossing) horramedy, GLEN OF THE FLIES:
In a devilish masterstroke, Glen, having spotted the decrepit, furred-over coffee maker in the corner, smuggles in a bag of first-class, fair-trade coffee, ground just so, and proclaimed a feast to celebrate the slaying of the beast (um, I mean, reaching of a unanimous verdict).

Of course, he's mentioned to no one his contingency plans, just in case some wannabe Ralph, Piggy, or Simon infiltrates the chamber...