"So let me get this straight. You want me to fly on a magic carpet to see the King of the Potato People and plead with him for your freedom, and you're telling me you're completely sober?" Wilson asked his friend with great disbelief. High on vicodin, and drunk, House had decided to crank call his good friend.
"I was accused of sleeping with a cucumber concubine!" the diagnostician continued with a slur.
Worried that something drove his friend to this state, Wilson said, "I'll be right there" Discretly, he got out of bed, got dressed, and left for House's place.
Sometime later, the drunk doctor heard a knock on the door, and barely able to walk, he opened it. Then, House just went to the couch, and fell asleep. Sighing, Wilson resolved to have a very serious talk with his friend.
The End.