Lucifer turns to the rest of the hotel's staff, who regard the scene with abject horror. “What the fuck,” Husk and Vaggie say in unison. “Hm. I rather dislike it now,” Alastor says, his smile strained. “I don’t know how to explain it, but on a vibe level, this thing is giving shingles,” Angel Dust says. “I just look at it and I think: shingles.”

SUMMARY: The Hotel has an electrical issue. Lucifer has an unorthodox solution. Everyone is displeased.