Finch disappears down the hall (never to be seen again? If only). Malik informs Weaver that there's a toilet plugged in the men's restroom. (That happened last week, too, but I think the culprit was Glark.) "So unplug it," Weaver suggests in a "don't fuck with me -- no, really, do NOT fuck with me" voice. Malik tells her that he doesn't have a plunger, and that the maintenance closet is locked. Weaver notices "Dr." Dave Malucci wheeling a logy-looking pregnant woman down the hall, and asks him why a Mr. Hunter is still in the hall. Dr. Dave exposits that "transpo's backed up; half their guys staged a sympathy sick-out to support the janitors." Weaver screeches at him to take Mr. Hunter down himself, and Dr. Dave whines, "Can't we just give these guys their raise?" Weaver sarcastically brays that she'll recommend Dr. Dave for the negotiating committee. Malik pesters her about the maintenance closet and she tells him to take some initiative, indicating that he should open the closet, and she doesn't care how he does so. All of us watching in the Game Room notice before Weaver does that some old dude sitting in a wheelchair in the hall (with his back to us, thank god) is introducing Rosie Palm and her five sisters to Mr. Johnson. Weaver begs someone to put him in an exam room. An officious female voice (coming out of a med student who somehow got elected Queen among her idiot fellows) snips at Weaver, "Excuse me...we've been waiting here for a while. Shouldn't we be doing something?" Weaver deadpans, "Do you have any plumbing experience?" and crutches off before the little no-go-non-getter can answer. Mark "Swinger" Greene -- wearing...ugh...sunglasses and too-light chinos and trying to look as cool as a prematurely bald man possibly can (in other words, not looking at all cool) -- comes in and breezily asks Weaver what happened.