The following is a parody song for Oncers who had to deal with that second episode last night.

Filler
(To the Tune of Thriller by Michael Jackson)

It's almost Sunday night
And we're waiting for one whose dark,
Under the moonlight
You see something that almost stops the show before it can start.
You want to scream but anger takes the sound before you make it.
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You're paralyzed…

'Cause this is filler, filler night
And no one's gonna save you from flashback all night.
You know it's filler, filler all right.
Last week they were fighting for their lives inside a thriller
But it's a Filler Tonight…

You see the time stamp and realize there's nothing else on.
You feel the ABC scam and wonder where the main cast has gone.
You close your eyes and rely on Fanfic and imagination.
But all the while you see secondary characters
And find you're out of time…

The episode was filler, filler night.
There ain't no second scene after those forty minutes, girl.
You know it's filler filler night.
You're fighting to survive an hour filler, filler, tonight.

The unfinished plots call
And the almost dead haven't been shown since the last escapade.
There's no escapin' the jaws of the bear this time (they're open wide)
This is the end of the hour.

Eddie and Andy are out to get you,
There's tropes closing in on every side.
fluff will possess the show
Unless you change the channel once in a while.
Now is the time when CaptainSwan cuddle close together
All through the night,
Will Rumbelle save us from the terrors on the screen?
I'll make you see

And it's a filler, filler night
'Cause Andy can fill you more than any Soap would dare to try.
Girl, this is filler, filler night
So let us hold tight and bear a filler, filler, filler
filler here tonight.
(And we won't get a new one for two weeks…)

The Dark Ones fall across the land.
The inconsistent time lines are close at hand.
The long term fans crawl in search of blood
And terrorize Twitter's neighborhood.
And ABC execs shall be found
Without the soul for getting down.
And we must stand and face a Greek Underworld
Misrepresented Hell
And rot inside a plot
That has become a shell.
The foulest storylines are in the air.
The funk of forty thousand episodes
And grizzly retcons from every tomb
Are closing in to seal our doom
And though you fight to keep your ship alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere fan can resist
The evil of the filler!

(Maniacal laughter)