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Oh, Flack, how I've missed you. It was so good to see your sweet, sexy face again. For a whole five minutes. Yes, I still watch CSI:NY, but when the writers retconned Stan Whitney's backstory, relationship to Mac, and even his death, I realized that they were, in fact, dyspeptic howler monkeys with terminal diarrhea and stopped wasting my time documenting and excoriating their innumerable failures. This episode, like so many others, was thin, nonsensical, and bloated with Mactimony. I will not be sorry if and when the series finally, mercifully ends.
I will, however, miss Flack.
I will, however, miss Flack.