Ree has returned to the Macaroni Dish, causing happiness to erupt across the countryside. Did she mention that her Memorial Day involved meats grilled over an open flame? During a brief conversation with Big Kahuna last night I was led to believe that Frylock has somehow become one with the Weber grill that sits poolside at Spumoni South. His belly a firepit, his teeth a grill. His left hand has become a set of extended tongs; his right arm has flattened into a spatula. He now communicates only through smoke signals... and a rudimentary version of Morse Code that substitutes roasted peppers and grills zucchini for the dots and dashes.