Title: Clichés
Author: Erin (The Elfmaniac)
Rating: T, for language.
Pairings: none.
Summary: Foreman takes some time to vent.
Disclaimer: I don't own House, MD or any of its characters.
Notes: This is complete crack. Don't take any of it seriously.
Special Thanks: To Noelle and AC. (:
"House, why are there so many clichés here?"
"Hmm. I'm sorry, I wasn't interested in what you were saying. Repeat it," House said, twirling his cane between his fingers, raising his eyebrows at the man.
"I mean, we have the gorgeous white woman that an old, cranky, crippled man wants to hook up with...we have the foreigner with daddy issues, a white guy who is a commitment-phobe...a cranky, crippled, angsty old man with an addiction, and the black guy."
House ticked off the clichés on his fingers. "Well. I suppose it's because we don't want anyone to feel left out here at Princeten Plainsboro," he said with a laugh, leaning back in the chair.
"You're an ass. You only have the black guy because he has a criminal record. Are there any other black people around her? What about the sexy asian? The pregnant teenage intern? Where the hell are the rest of them?!" he asked, slapping his fist onto the desk in a frustrated fashion. "You're such a racist."
"There, we have another one covered."
Foreman scowled.
"Damnit. I want my asian."
"I'll get right on that, black minority."
"You know, if we teamed up with the asians, we could kick your ass."
"Don't push it. I could always find another black guy with a criminal record. They're everywhere."
Foreman got up, storming out of Gregory's office.
House picked up his phone, dialing to see if there were any interns.
...asian ones or pregnant ones.
One needed to keep a careful balance of clichés here.
Crack-fic. There you go.