142 DIAGNOSIS

[vicodincrutch]

 This? Again? 

I feel like I should properly address the congregation.

[Clears his throat.]

I haven't kept active count for how many times this has happened. All in all I've come out unscathed so I say through the safety of this advice: come at me bro.

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[makedo]

You might want to consider who you're telling that to.

[vicodincrutch]

Too late. I can't edit.

Whoops.

[makedo]

That's too bad.

[vicodincrutch]

Why is that?

[notbubonic]

[At some point, House might notice a familiar small creature scurrying around, not too far from his feet. Just saying.]

[vicodincrutch]

[He really should not be surprised but he stops and looks, really looks.]

....Have we met?

[Because there's no way they have rats. No. Way.]

[notbubonic]

[He's just doing his rat thing, scratching at the floor and offering making quiet squeaking noises.

When House talks, he stops and stares up at him. Who knows if he recognizes the voice, or if he's just startled by the sound. He's not running for it, though.]

[vicodincrutch]

[Limping right on over your way with an oh so familiar head tilt.]

...No.

[Stifling...smile...trying...ffffff.]

It can't be!

[notbubonic]

[Up on his hind legs, sniffing at the approach. Definitely a familiar scent. He does tilt his head right back, because persisting neurological damage is cute.

Squeak.]

[vicodincrutch]

[Stooping is difficult to do but he manages it.]

I think I can find a bag of Cheetos for you.

[To carry him in and give him something to do. What? Not like he would just leave Mr. McQueen there as amusing as it would be.]

[notbubonic]

[Well, he could scare the crap out of Wilson if you left him on the floor. But he'd rather have the Cheetos, man.

You're a good bro, House. You know, for a human.]

[red_on_rice]

Hello, Greg.

[vicodincrutch]

They really do let just anybody in here.

[red_on_rice]

That can't come as a surprise, they let you in ages ago.