1st Diagnosis | Audio + Commentlog!

[hasapainproblem]

[The comm clicks on without much fanfare. It's in his mouth while he's getting the door open. There's a click as the door closes and House hobbles down the hall.]

Last time I checked, Princeton-Plainsboro wasn't a boat in the middle of the ocean. So either this is a really good prank or a really bad hallucination. [Hm...] This is the last time I

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[autodidacticone]

They don't actually give us any decent drugs.

[Aside from caffeine, and lots of it.]

[hasapainproblem]

[House checks his pockets. No decent drugs? That could be a problem. He's only got two bottles of vicodin on him and one's almost completely empty.]

They got a med bay around here?

[autodidacticone]

Sort of. The doctor's a robot- literally.

[Wait, what is this guy...]

What are you going to do?

[hasapainproblem]

A panty raid. Shhh.

[autodidacticone]

[Yeah,okay, that was a stupid question.]

Fair enough. Can I help?

[hasapainproblem]

Well that depends, are you a get away car?

[autodidacticone]

I know where they keep them.

[hasapainproblem]

You might be useful after all. How fast can you run?

[autodidacticone]

...

[My legs were amputated above the knee, how the hell fast do you think I can run?]

Pretty fast.

[Clear proof of the advantages of technological superiority.]

[hasapainproblem]

[Boo hoo. Chronic pain over here.]

All right. I'll let you know when I need you then.

[New partner in crime~]

[autodidacticone]

In that case, I'm Kim Ross.