Damn it! Still no credits. Instead, a bunch of tattooed bike messengers are wheeled into the ER on gurneys. Cristina surveys the chaos and exclaims, "Oh, it's like candy, but with blood, which is so much better!" She and Izzie spot an interesting case and run after the patient, arguing about who will get him. Meredith, seemingly uninterested in all the competition, continues her voice-over about how everything in the hospital is a competition -- but then she interrupts herself when she sees a patient with a bunch of wires sticking out of his abdomen. With a gleeful look in her eye, she announces, "Oooh. I'll take that guy." Alex tells her he'll have to beat him to the patient, and they take off running. And now, glory be, we get some credits.
Alex proposes that he and Mere flip a coin to decide who gets Mr. Wiregut. Alex makes a sexist comment (pointing out that he has "a head," and calling Mere "a tail"), and Meredith pulls the curtain on the patient (who is sitting up all alert and not at all screaming about the wires sticking out of his gut). Blah blah, Alex is a pig, Meredith wins the toin coss, Alex doesn't want to give up the patient, they argue, blah blah blah. The patient pulls the curtain back and asks them if they might not remove the wires from his gut so he can rejoin the race. Hey, it's Callum Blue! Don't let him touch you, he'll take your soul! (Man, I miss that show.) Meredith starts to tell him that it's not a simple matter of removing the wires. While she talks, Alex leans over and pulls out the wires. Mere is left speechless as Alex orders her to sew him up and let him leave.