Cuddy looked around nervously as she entered House's office. She tiptoed over to his desk and placed his Vicodin refill where he would be sure to see that she'd gotten it for him.
When House came back to his office from the clinic an hour later, he spied the bottle. "Hello, friend," he said to himself. He opened the bottle to shake a pill out, but nothing happened. He looked closely and reached a finger in, but the pills were all stuck together and to the inside of the little brown bottle.
"Wilson!" He yelled, bolting up from the chair.
Cuddy snickered from down the hall, the small tube of superglue safely tucked in her pocket.