Hi everyone! My first try at humor, and sorry avout the other one. Writer's block.
Disclaimer: If I said I owned anyone or anything I would be lying, and that would be wrong. But luckily the definition of owned is flunctible. I own the season 1 DVD. BEAT THAT!
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Dr. Gregory House sat in his office. It was one of those days.
The type of day where he was so bored he actually did clinic duty, so much that he had to stop when the little kid threw up on him.
He had played catch with his buddy Cane, used the squishy that he got the other day to threaten Foreman, and even begged Cuddy for a bit of chocolate.
He also drew a picture of Cuddy on the white board, which she did not find amusing.
So he went back to the clinic. And did more diagnosing pregnancy in the men who came in and an enlarged prostate to the women. He even had a nice chat with the comatose patient.
And it wasn't even noon yet.
Yes, my dear friend, Dr. Gregory House, world renound doctor with decadesof expierence, sat down and wrote a personality test.
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If you had too much time on your hands, what would you do?
a) Volenteer
b) Sleep
He paused. Cuddy forbade sleeping. Oh well.
c) Steal Something
d) Go for a drive
e) Talk to a hot nurse
f) Go onto a dating site.
Now this was some quality entertainment.
He was interupted.
"Why, Dr. Cuddy, how nice to see you two."
She looked behind her. "You think this is funny? The fact that the clinic no longer exits in your twisted mind gives you the oppurtunity to comment on my blouse like a thirteen year-old? Oh, wait, House, I was wrong. You like it, don't you? You like seeing me overreact to stupid things like this so you get attention like this, don't you? I get it. "
He stared at her.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
"That...was weired."
She stared at him.
"Fine." She left.
House turned to his computer and started typing "Physcolgy for Dummies" in Google.
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AN: I'm probably going to stretch this out to about five chapters, just fyi.