This is the conclusion to the Alfred's Playhouse Trilogy.
Melting into the hole of self-pity from a recent cutting frenzy, Alfred gets comfort from the love of his playhouse friends. And, yet again, the playhouse is not all that it seems - except this time, Alfred notices it. Another 'penetrating' realization involving the eggburts means that Alfred knows too much - and has to get a visit from his alter personality, Dictator Alfred. Will Alfred stay in denial in the ignorant bliss of his playhouse, or will he face his painful reality, the truth? And more importantly, will Dictator Alfred take power over Alfred?