Outside, still getting a breath of fresh air in the ambulance bay, Romano notices a commotion overhead and peers up at the air as bits of fiery debris rain down upon him. He sees a roiling fireball, the sum of this show's respect for his character bearing down upon him with the fatal quickness of a paper shredder making love to his contract. "SINCE YOU'VE NEVER GOTTEN ANY ACTION ON THIS SHOW, I'M GOING TO DO YOU A FAVOR AND TAKE YOU ROUGHLY," roars Chopper. Romano's eyes widen and he turns around, terrified, figuring that if he puts his back to his mortal enemy, it will get bored and go bother someone else. He doesn't even try to run. But Chopper won't be denied. "AND THE BEST PART IS, YOU WON'T EVEN GET YOUR NAME ON THE SPECIAL-EFFECTS EMMY!" Chopper spits. "NOOOOOOOOO!" Romano shouts, because God forbid his last line on the show should be original when he's been a thinly drawn cartoon for a year now. Also, he totally knows they're not going to win an Emmy. "YEEEEEES! I THINK YOUR ARM WAS MADE FROM SOME OF MY OLD PARTS AND I WANT THEM BACK!" Chopper replies, crashing down on his old nemesis with a plume of smoke and golden flame. We fade to black alternating between horror, regret at losing Paul McCrane, and totally hysterical laughter at the horrible and embarrassing farce of a death scene that just got handed to a very fine actor who did an underpraised job.
Naturally, there is mayhem after the break, because this show gets off on complicated blocking. Everyone's running around the ER trying to move patients and put out fires and ascertain which doctors are where. Pratt learns that there are three critical patients outside, and calls for oxygen and IVs to be delivered out there. "Get busy," he snaps at a clueless Malarkey, who replies that he can't, and opts instead to sit there and bliss out during the chaos.
Neela wheels Metal-Shard Nurse down from the roof and hands her off to Pratt. The nurse is alive but has decreased breath sounds and a whopping chunk of Chopper still protruding from her back, which means she's probably being imbued with his flesh-craving evil spirit as I write. I can't wait until Chopper Nurse explodes and drops from the sky onto an unsuspecting Malarkey. Abby tosses Neela a giant Tupperware storage box -- a casualty bin -- and the two of them head out to triage.
En route, Abby bursts into Trauma Yellow and asks Susan how much longer she'll be. "As soon as I get this crike -- why, what happened?" Susan asks cluelessly. "Helicopter crash," Abby answers. Susan pales. "Up on the roof?" she freaks. Susan orders Abby frantically to figure out if there were any survivors. "There's a hole in my throat. Anyone want a piece of this action?" Half-Crike asks.