Bo, Dyson and Kenzi go undercover at an urban camp to catch a serial killer Fae who preys on at-risk youth. Meanwhile, a blast from Tamsin's past makes an appearance, but the visit may not be purely social. Bo is given some hard to accept emotional news.
Bo: I feel different. I feel good. Oh, this is going to be fun.
Kenzi: Is everyone in here non-naked?
Dyson: Good, you're tapping inner juvey already. Go get 'em bad-ass.
Kenzi: I'm guessing this one begins with the letters P.O.W.
Kenzi: Ya, what are going to do, pipe self-actualizations through the intercom until the killer surrenders to a group hug?
Kenzi: A Ticklebain? Sounds strangely fun and easy to beat.
Dyson: Bo, I think the tales of my romantic heroism may be slightly exaggerated.
Dyson: If you're looking for a distraction, I'm partial at bar fights and howling at the moon. Don't know it that's your cup of tea though.
Bo: Unless you're Kenzi or a pint of Tequila spiked ice cream, please Fae off.
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