Enough already! I’ve officially HAD IT with the never-ending jam session at the end of “The Ballad of George and Izzie’s Rumored Departure from Grey’s Anatomy (Extended Dance Remix),” you guys. George. Izzie. Hi. Your characters have been run into the ground only to then be spritzed heavily with the spillout from some patient’s body cavity. Izzie, the only people who will talk to you are already dead. George, last week, I momentarily mistook you for an extra they hired to play Man Who Speaks Into Intercom. This is not a noble way to die. You need to just BOOK IT. There are baking supplies the next town over. You want to go to there. I promise.
They’re probably not gonna answer, huh?