Cuddy sat scowling on the loveseat, Wilson was pacing and biting his lip, Foreman was trying everything to open the door, Chase and Cameron were sitting as far apart as they could on the big sofa, and House was surveying the situation with great glee.

"Come on now, Cuddy. Don't be so curmudgeonly." House said to Cuddy.

"Oh, I'm curmudgeonly? You're like Squidward on tax day!" Cuddy shot back, and she stood up and started marching around the room angrily.

" It is your fault. If you hadn't broken the door in the first place, we wouldn't be stuck here. So you shouldn't be complaining. Although, maybe it's not your fault. You breasts are swollen. I mean, cleavage alert! Perhaps it's because it's arts and crafts week at panty camp?" House said, the tiny twitch on the corner of his mouth refusing to give way to a smile."

"If you demonstrated a little bit of self restraint, I wouldn't have reason to be here. None of us would! You and your team would be working on your patient, Wilson would be—"

"—with me, in here, watching Grey's Anatomy—"

"—treating the large number of lymphoma patients, and I would be filing the paperwork so this hospital will run smoothly and we won't have problems like this," Cuddy finished in a high pitched shriek.

"Um, yeah. I don't think this door is opening any time soon. We're going to need to take a saw and cut around the edges of the door frame."

"Great," said Cuddy sarcastically, "let me just get my saw that—oh, wait, I left my chainsaw in my office again!"

"When will you ever learn?" said House.

Cuddy sighed. "Does anyone have a phone in here?"

"Yeah," said House, handing a phone to her, "here ya' go."

"House, that's a stapler," Cuddy said, holding the silver Swingline in her hand.

"Uh, yeah…" House said, checking his pockets, "I don't think I have it on me."

"Fantastic." Cuddy said, and sat down heavily.

"No, no! Wait! I have a phone right here!" Chase said, eager to save the day. Cuddy grabbed the phone from his hand without thanking him, and dialed a nurse.

"Me, Dr. Wilson, and the entire diagnostics team are trapped in the doctor's lounge and can't get out." Cuddy said politely into the phone, "Could you—"

"Yeah, alright," the voice on the phone said, "we'll send someone right away—"

"Thank you!" Cuddy breathed.

"—to handle Dr. House's patient. Dr. Wilson, too, you said? We have plenty of oncologists on duty today. Alright. Have a nice day" the nurse said.

"But wait! Aren't you going to send someone up to help us?" Cuddy said into the receiver. But the perky nurse had already hung up.

"Well, that was a failure," House said.

"I have a phone!" said Cameron. handed Cuddy the phone, and Cuddy called the main desk.

"Yeah, hi, it's Dr. Cuddy. I'm—"

"Yeah, yeah, we already know. Your in the doctor's lounge. Don't worry. We have someone to take care of the patients," the nurse said.

"What about us though?" Cuddy practically screamed. However, all she got in response was a humming dial tone. "Remind me when we get out of here to have a chat with the nurses," she said to no one in particular while closing the phone. Suddenly, the phone emitted a loud chiming sound and turned off. "What—" Cuddy muttered, fiddling with the phone.

"Oh, it must have died. I didn't charge it last night," Chase said calmly. Cuddy screamed through her clenched teeth.

"Wilson, you must have a phone with you ," Cuddy exasperatedly said, turning to face Wilson. Wilson fumbled through his pockets.

"Where… did it...go…? I could have sworn…"said Wilson, checking through his pockets one more time. Suddenly, a light turned on in his head. "House…" he growled, turning to the accused, "where did you put it?"

"Not in here," House simply said, "but if I had known it would bring the wrath of a thousand suns on us," he joked, referring to Cuddy's enraged look, "I would have kept it on me."

"Who has a phone in here? A walkie talkie? Anything? A paper cup on a string, maybe?" ranted Cuddy. "Wait," she said, "no one has anything? What kind of professional environment is this?"

"As far as I'm concerned, Cuddy, you don't seem to have a phone either," House said. He looked like he was about to say more, but wisely decided against it after seeing Cuddy's glare. Cuddy was about to dive into another bout of screaming and ranting and raving, but she just took a deep breath and sat down.

"Hey, you guys!" Cameron suddenly said, her eyes lighting up, "Let's make the best of this situation. There's a deck of cards on the counter over there," she said, gesturing toward the sink. "We should play strip poker!"

"Uh, guys. I don't think the door is opening," said Foreman, still kneeling by the door. Seeing everyone's face, he said, "Oh. I get it. We already established that. So what were we saying?"

"Strip poker!" Cameron shouted enthusiastically.

"I don't think I want to see little ray of sunshine over here completely naked." Chase said, pointing at House. House chuckled.

"Oh, come on. Don't be a wimp. At least you're good at poker. You won't end up naked!" Cameron said to Chase, playfully nudging him on the arm.

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They were all sitting on the floor in a circle with a deck of cards in the center, and five cards dealt out to each hand. "Alright," Cameron said, "let's get started."

"Hold on," Foreman said, slightly embarrassed, "I don't really know where the stripping comes in this game. Cameron, could you explain this to me."

"Well, I don't really know how to play, either," said Cameron.

"Me neither," Cuddy admitted.

"Uh, yeah, we, um, don't have strip poker in Australia," Chase lied.

"I don't know how to play," Wilson said shamelessly. Everyone looked at House. House didn't know what to do. He actually didn't know how to play, but he didn't want to ruin his image. So he made up the rules.

"Alright, so you use each article of clothing as money. They are all worth the same amount except for underwear. That's worth five. Cuddy's bra is worth ten. You can't touch anyone else's clothes. It's pretty much the same as regular poker," House said.

"Except you play it in the nude," said Foreman.

"Exactly," House replied.

"I'm not gonna play," said Wilson.

"Wimp," muttered House.

"Alright. Cameron, you start." Cuddy said.