[there's a few moment of silence as Izzie notices the pictures for the first time. Followed by a startled exclamation of Jesus-! and the sound of a frame being dropped. Then,]

...This is great. Freaking fantastic. Trapped in some kind of cult on the phone with a serial killer voice talking about dolls.

Look. I don't know what kind of crap you're trying to pull here, but I'm not having it. So. Call Alex or Cristina or whoever put you up to this and tell them game over.