Thursday, 15 October 2009
9 PM Eastern/Pacific
No one here??
This looks like an office shooting in the making.
Not surprising, considering all the monsters. :eek:
ETA: Ah, so that’s what those aluminum briefcases are good for. 
Whoa. What’s with the eyes? :eek:
“Agent Farnsworth” he can remember, but “Astrid” escapes him?
She wants the taxi driver’s card? What’s with that?
Whoa. His hair turned white right in front of them. :eek:
The whole city smells like the institution? The lime Jell-O mines, maybe? :rolleyes:
OK, why does she keep asking for business cards? WTF?
Peter doesn’t remember his nightmares. That can’t be good. :eek:
Remote-control brain! :eek:
Apparently this doctor has never heard of confidentiality.
Another frakkin’ business card? WTF? Is she scrapbooking?
“No students.”
Ah, Agent Kashner, aren’t you going to regret this assignment?
Olivia’s next partner better watch his back. First John, and now Charlie, twice each. :eek:
Hands? That would be a terrible cut for grilling. Way too stringy.
“Raspberry?” :eek:
So much for informed consent. :rolleyes:
Ah, the business cards serve a bizarre zen-related purpose.
“Jumble!” 
“Stop talking to the Feds or end up like Zach.” :eek:
“Don’t be such a Grinch. I told you science should be fun.” 
Walter’s tripping on Kashner’s brain! :eek: