Episode 441 - 449

WE ARE PROBABLY ALL GOING TO DIE BUT DON'T PANIC, OKAY!! DR. OLIVER HAS EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL! We are now confining any resident viewers to whatever vid they are currently watching (lucky you if you happen to be locked up with Lilith's wallslam vid). Anyone exhibiting any symptoms will be herded to the comments section and, uhm, taken care of, or possibly left to die. Not sure yet.

Symptoms at this stage should include random fits of hysterical laughter at Lena's mad drug-trafficking skillz, inappropriate sexual arousal at the thought of Sgt. Koch putting Marian in handcuffs, and possible frothing at the mouth at Vanessa's bitchiness (dude, they were sleeping, not blowing each other).

Thank god, we have found a cure for the incurable killer virus! Everybody please line up for a shot of this vid, and you'll be right as rain.

As you recover, you may experience some residual weakness from woobie song montages, incontrollable giggling at the continued misuse of science, and a powerful euphoria as certain locker room confrontations come to a head. (Hi there, Vanessa! How's it going, girlfriend? Long time no see! LET US HUG YOU!... and then you and Roman better make up, okay??)

The quarantine has been lifted. You may now stumble out into the dreary light of day and clutch your loved ones to your bosom

It only took a killer virus to get there, but Annette and Ingo finally manage to say "I do" with a minimum of fuss and without the horde of gay swans.

Forget the fine china and Arctic char--this wedding reception's got IV drips and machines that go "ping." Diana and Annette share a lovely bff moment, Roman mourns the absence of swans, and Ingo scrounges up a honeymoon suite.

Also, the Öztürks have a manly bonding moment with Cats in the Cradle playing aptly in the background. Music Dept, we're out of brownies, but pls tell Costume Dept. to share theirs.

Deniz snorts "baking soda" and remembers he really likes kissing Roman and wonders why he ever stopped. (We've been wondering this too, especially when he looks so slinky and oozes into Roman like that. And now, collective EKP brain goes offline...)