Apr 11, 2008 13:14
House had gotten past the samurai and now he was apparently getting some vengeful demon chick, who, he hoped, was about as risqué and devious as the girls on his old rock LP covers.
He didn't get his expectations up, though. (Or anything else for that matter.)
In the meantime, he'd sat around in his office and looked for his iPod, which seemed to have disappeared sometime between last week's boring session and today's boring session. He figured he could steal Wilson's iPhone if worst came to worst, but that didn't make him any less pissed off at the Institute's janitorial staff.
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