Is it cancelled yet? Hang on, let me give it a try: Clay Aiken isn't totally overwrought and doesn't make me want to listen to death metal bands to drown the sound of his singing out of my head. Wait, I can do better! I promise! Just cancel this show!

When we return from commercials, Tru is bugging Davis again over the phone. She wants to know if there's an antidote for alvocardyl. He looks it up and determines that glucagon is the only antidote. Would they have any at the morgue? Davis says that glucagon is a substitute for insulin in a diabetic emergency, so they might have some with their first aid med kits. Yes, I know. At this point I'm beyond even caring. Then the Random Forrest Generator kicks in yet again, and he appears right next to Tru in the hallway. He's got two security guards with him as well (minions!), and despite Tru's protests that something is going to happen, they force her to leave. As she leaves, Forrest tries to look as sinister as possible.

Tru goes running down the Tunnel of Making A Mockery Of Shack's Nicknames, and starts fumbling through some cabinets. There she finds a red box labeled "Glucagon Emergency Kit." Of course. I have one myself. Don't you? I can't see the ACME logo, though. She opens it up and takes out a bunch of needles. Then the Random Davis Generator asserts its authority, and pops him out at the other side of the room. He says, "I'm impressed. It took me four months before I stole anything from the office." She starts to apologize, but Davis stops her. He explains that he's been listening to her stories all day and obviously something is going on. Because duh. He says that he hopes that someday Tru realizes that she can confide in him. He turns and walks away. Eliza smells a fart.