Of Propagating Plot Bunnies

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Survey answers on the house_cameron comm spawned a wee fuzzy thing:

If you could write and direct one episode, what would happen?
Cameron, Chase and Foreman go on a mission to buy another ball for House after Cameron accidentally chucks it out the window (she meant to hit Chase, but he ducked and threw up his hands screaming, "Not the face!"). There's a robbery

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but he ducked and threw up his hands screaming, "Not the face!"
Heh. Your Arthur is showing.

I actually have that ball. It's an ouside tennis ball that is made just for dogs. I bought it for my Mum's freakish, table-walking mutts but their mouths are two small. Not it just sits in the rhodedendrons and rots. A bit like my sex life...

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for 'ouside' read 'out-sized'...not quite sure how that happened.

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Spooon!

Aaaah! I've been going insane trying to figure it out. I should have been looking at Petco instead Sports Authority. Of course, this means, the three will never find the ball. And House will never tell.

I've already volunteered my uterus to Nick Cave and a couple parts below it to Iggy Pop (well, before he turned 150 - though I suspect this is only because he bears a striking resemblance the the Art teacher I lost my virginity to.)

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Don't you wonder how he got it though? Could we construct a plausible backstory where House decides he wants a dog but ends up just buying a ball instead because it's less trouble?

Iggy Pop's ass is definitely on the way out now, which is one of the world's great unspoken tragedies. He should probably have had it frozen and placed in the Smithsonian before it started to sag.

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Perhaps he might have actually had one for an entire day, and finding the whole thing intolerable, brings it back.

Wilson could then give him a rock (or the ball) and advise him to start smaller. Maybe he'll even work up to a leash someday.

I once babysat a year-old Basset Hound for an evening at my (then) apartment. She drooled all over the passenger window of my car, hopped on the nice furniture, attacked my Wakko Warner fuzzy slippers, pulled bras out of my hamper to chew on, and then growled and barked at me when I tried to push her out of my bed. I was all too happy to give her back.

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And yeah, Iggy's derriere is definitely heading south for the century, though he's still got those amazing abs you could bounce a freightliner off of. With a face he probably did bounce a freightliner off of.