• Mood: amused

good thing there's a writers' strike

smut_queen knows what's going to happen on the new House after the Super Bowl.


Cuddy: Hai, House, you can has patient!!1 Her symptoms include this, that, and the other thing.

House: It's clearly brain cancer, stfu and leave me alone.

Cuddy: It can't be brain cancer! We did this test, and this test, and the other test!

House: (reads file, pops pills) Okay, me takey.

Dingbat Doctors: It's clearly tuberlosclerosis! Amyloidosis! Ramsay Hunt Syndrome! Russell-Silver syndrome! Guillain-Barré syndrome! Neurohydrofibrosystoexpealidocious!

EVERYBODY SING ALONG: IT. MUST. BE. LUPUS!!!111!1

(lots of tests later)

House: I don't know what it is, woe. Surely, she will die.

Wilson: Her name's not Shirley. You'd know this if, you know, you actually paid attention to your patient. Hey, have you found my keys?

House: .... the keys were hiding THE WHOLE TIME!!!111

Wilson: *wtf face*

House: (rushing into room): Waldenstrom’s macroglobulinemia!

Dingbat Doctors: But she's not fifty! And she's not male!

House: I'M TOTES RITE, YO, LOOK HERE.

Dingbat Doctors: Ohhhh.

House: *pwns*





QWP, but context is pissed she has to stay up late.