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[truth_sometimes]

House has a hospital nowIf you want him, he'll be inside, limping around inspecting things. Any expired meds get thrown in the trash. He's also got a list of machines that need looking-at. Wherever Fluffy Teleportation Guy got this place, he's impressed. The building is small but well equipped

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[misterbunny]

"Primitive." The Bunny is peering at one of them fun little heartbeat monitors and shaking his little Bunny head. "Pathetic, really."

[truth_sometimes]

"Hey, I'm the only one who's allowed to be a condescending asshole in this hospital."

[misterbunny]

The Bunny kicks the machine, before turning his attention to House. "But yer equipment sucks. Ya can't even cure cancer with shit this old."

[truth_sometimes]

"If you break my equipment, I will get you banned from this farm," says House in his best mocking-the-idiot voice. "You want this hospital curing cancer? Go find a cure and bring it here. Otherwise, shut the hell up and get out of my building."

[misterbunny]

The rabbit peers up at House. "You really think you can make a difference with equipment this shitty? There ain't even any nanites available."

[truth_sometimes]

"How long have you been in this world? A day? Two? Let me spell it out for you in nice big letters: the standard of technology around here is not what you're used to back home. We manage on it just fine, thanks."

[misterbunny]

The Bunny shrugs his little Bunny shoulders. "Hey nerdboy, yer call. There's a lot of loose technology left in odd places 'round here."

[truth_sometimes]

"Then go get some and stop bothering me."

[misterbunny]

The rabbit snickers. "But where's the fun in that?"

[truth_sometimes]

"If we're going to get into a contest over who makes a better gleefully pissy bastard, I hate to break it to you but I'll win."

[misterbunny]

"I think I may have more practice." The Rabbit gnaws on his foot. "By a thousand years, at least."

[truth_sometimes]

"Practice is no substitute for natural talent," House says smugly.

[misterbunny]

"My dicks still bigger." What? That's what it all boils down to, in the end. "So what breed of doc are you?"

[truth_sometimes]

"Beg to differ," says House, raising his cane.

...he sort of has a point there, in a weird-ass twisted way.

"I specialize in infectious disease and nephrology, but by choice I'm a diagnostician. I figure out what's wrong and then make other people fix it."

[misterbunny]

The rabbit hops on to a higher purchase, to get a more eye to eye view of the doctor. "But seein' as yer the only doc we got, looks like yer gonna havta be hands on as well."

[truth_sometimes]

"Until I find some minions. Shouldn't be long. There has to be someone around here itching to learn medicine. After that it's just a matter of shoving books at them and finding fresh corpses for them to practice procedures on."