This was an edit. In the uncut version, a hideous blob breaks through the blender and affixes itself to the host's head. They eventually shot it to death, but it still has a nigh-photographic imprint of his face on the inside.
While the fact that you didn't know that Tom Dickson is the Platonic ideal of a man of class means you are a sack of crap, the fact that you have started to recognize this means that there are seeds in the sack that might grow into a beautiful tree.