And now for something completely crazy. A stretcher is wheeled in, upon which a young white woman and a middle-aged black man are perched, facing each other, and held together by a long metal pole that has been run through their mid-sections. It's not WEIRD or AWFUL at all. We pan back to Meredith, who looks at them in tipsy disbelief and VOs, "Okay, fine. Maybe not the worst." Credits.
When we come back, a surly paramedic is updating Bailey and Burke on our pole people's conditions. They can't be separated, or even really assessed, without injuring them further. Meredith drunkenly peers around the girl's, uh, parts. "Is this the craziest thing you've ever seen?" the girl asks. Meredith answers honestly that it is, and keeps on with the staring until Bailey gives her a look. Burke is telling Bailey to try to get X-rays when the girl calls out, "Excuse me?" Burke walks over and tells them both to try to move as little as possible, not that that will be much of a problem. The girl asks if they're going to pull this pole out of them any time soon. Burke says they can't do that until they get a better look at what's going on internally. Pole girl: "Well, in that case, does anybody have a breath mint?" Aw. Bailey tells George to move them extremely carefully, and the polers exchange a sad little look.
Bailey orders Alex to cover sutures until he can get over his fear of scalpels, and then turns to Meredith. Meredith slurs, "That was mean, even for you," and nearly falls over into Bailey. Bailey, disgusted with this drunken display, tells Mere to go hook herself up to a banana bag (which, as Dr. Google has informed me, is a yellow-colored combination of vitamins, thiamine, and dextrose often given to chronic alcoholics, and I have to wonder if one can order these by the case, because in addition to being a great hangover-killer, doesn't it sound kind of delicious?), and stay there until she can sober up. "Do not speak to any patients; do not practice any medicine." Meredith asks if, perhaps, she shouldn't just go home. Bailey tells her that, unless she drank the whole liquor bottle, she'll be sober in a few hours, when she'll be able to assist the many mangled victims she sees before her. "Besides, if I'm not going home, nobody's going home!" She stalks off, and adds under her breath, "Ten years of marriage, and I didn't even get to finish my damn lobster." Oh, now, I know I love me some damn Bailey. Meredith just stares after her loopily. Go get that banana bag, girl!