Frank moans that he needs to bolt before both ends start to leak. Do you suppose we really needed three straight weeks of barfing? First Eleanor, then Lizzie and Ella, and now the rest of the damn hospital? Lord, if it's not a pregnant person, it's a puking person. Between heaves, Frank tells Susan that he called reinforcements and establishes that anyone who ate the free bagels is destined for a romp with the Technicolor yawn. Chen watches him yak with growing discomfort. "I ate one of those bagels," she groans. It's here that I noticed she's performing the endoscopy on Midget Maeve the Love Slave, and the images flashing on the monitor are, in fact, the ho's innards. It's gross. The tunnels look like raw, coiled shrimp, no wordplay intended. It's not pleasant.
Episode Report CardHeathen: B+ | 604 USERS: B-
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