Disclaimer: I don't own House
Foreman was in the conference room looking through all sorts of colorful magazines. The others raised their eyebrows but other than that, didn't bother to find out what he was looking at. It just so happened that Foreman was looking through an asortment of coffins and was trying to find one that would fit a big big fat guy without anything function being torn or broken.
It was very bad however because there were only normal sized coffins sadly and it looked like he would have to keep Vogler alive for a little while longer.
"What ya looking at Foreman," Chase asked.
Foreman hated his curiosity. They never knew anything about him and yet he expected them to answer stuff about them. He wondered how much Chase actually knew but he decided he wasn't going to tell him, what with the patient-doctor confidentualty. So instead he ignored him hoping he would disappear.
Instead Chase started humming and being annoying, so Foreman went to deck him but it seemed his coworker finally took the hint because he left.
He went back and started to read his magazines for any special made ones.
Chase ran to elevator wondering where the other two were because his beeper had gone off and as it turned out, it was another trick from the nurses to try to get his number again. He didn't get angry however because if they wanted his number, that meant they liked him right? He never thought that the reason they wanted his number was to try to get into his pants so that they could brag, but then he never thought. His thinking was very limited.
He was heading back to the conference room when a crashcart came flying out of nowhere and in order to get away he moved, but he tripped and fell down the stairs.
The nurses then had a big argument over who would give him a cast that ended in a cat fight.
House was annoyed that they didn't have any cases but that was only because he wanted to harrass his employees. Other than that he was enjoying Wilson's lunch for the third time in this past week. Wilson was a terrible oncologist but made it up by being a great chef. He needed to learn how to cook so he could do more than just boil water until his stove popped. Speaking of which, he needed a new stove and it wasn't going to get replaced by themselves.
He also knew a clinic patient who was a merchandise guy, so he limped to go sought him out.
"I'm great and giddy," Cameron told the guard.
After an hour or so, the guard actually began to regret faking cancer to get into her pants. She was crazy and obviously was on something or needed a mental institution. Right now she was talking about boy friend number what-was-it-again. She talked about so many boyfriends that he lost track of time.
When Cameron turned to tell him about how he died, she was shocked to find out that the guard shot himself.
"Dang, he died. Why do they always do that," She asked herself tearfully.
Wilson was talking to another one of his cancer patients that was obviously doomed from the start. She had some type of rare cancer that he was too lazy to look up and diagnose. Diagnostics was House's job and as long as it was, he was not going tell what they had.
"You munch munch Have munch munch munch Cancer," He explained while he munched on some papa John's pizza.
The woman looked shocked.
"This is good you should try some," Wilson added.
The woman looked startled for a moment and then went to the door and shouted," Everyone free pizza, Wilson's buying!"
