A/N: My husband and I do this once in a while. He always wins. See what happens when insomnia strikes?
Disclaimer: I do not own House. I do not own a mouse. I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.
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"Spaz," Cameron began. The three of them were sitting around the conference table without a case, and House had been ordered to clinic duty all day.
"Geek," said Chase.
"Lameoid," Foreman put forth.
Cameron paused, trying to come up with something. They had already been at it for about ten minutes. "Damn, I guess I'm out. I always lose this game!"
The boys snickered at her. "You just need to stop being so nice," explained Foreman. "Chase, it's your turn."
"Right, okay, umm…" he furrowed his brow. "Asshat."
"Dirtbag," Foreman replied.
Chase: "Jerk."
Cameron piped up, "You lose, Chase. That's the first thing I came up with, remember?"
"Crap," he said, "you're right."
"Pay up," Foreman grinned. Chase and Cameron each slapped a fifty on the table in front of him. "Thanks guys. Can I buy you lunch?"
The End