Chase sat alone with his Good Charlotte CD blasting from his stereo as he cried hysterically.
"Why doesn't anyone love me and my cute chubby ass!" he had managed to exclaim before shoving another ho-ho down his throat. He looked down at his pathetic excuse for a penis and screamed, "I JUST WANNA BE LOVED!"
Suddenly Foreman burst into his house.
"I LOVE YOU!" He confessed.
But it was too late, out of rage Chase had ripped off his penis. When he turned to see Foreman, he began ripping out the insides of his balls and throwing the guts in his face.
"NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL! DAMN YOU, SHORE!"
Foreman licked his lips and raised his eyebrow.
"Your testicles taste like puppies and gumdrops!" Foreman eagerly jumped Chase's ass and screwed his new custom-made vagina.
Back at House's place, House was busy fucking the shit out of Wilson and Cameron braided Wilson's eyebrows. House suddenly stopped when he heard screams of passion from a few houses down.
"Alright, I know I'm good, but you don't have to fake it Jimmy!" House pulled his dick out and let Wilson get on top of him, as he started to fuck Cameron himself.
"I don't think it was him, House. I think he came from down the street," Cameron observed.
"It's true," Wilson confessed as he continued to fuck House's brains out.
And Cuddy and Stacy sat in her apartment, fucking the cane they stole from House. Volger watched. It was delicious.
The end.