071. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

If you still have the Black Ick, quit your belly aching and make a pathetic distress call. There's a happy ending. There's no "i" in team. With our powers combined we summoned Captain Planet. The day is saved. Is this a victory? I'm going to say no. Why? This wasn't a solution. Abstract problem solving, that's for sure. I'm not happy with it. I'm sure that's not going to stop everyone else involved from brushing their shoulders off. "Good hustle" comments and ass tapping.

For future curses, I suggest that Neilson have a bell or ribbon or something. Or you can, Wilson. That seems more your style.

Pizza is for breakfast, lunch and dinner. This is living.

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Stock up on the four leaf clovers, pixie sticks and all those good things. Just in case.

[elevatorwarrior]

You know, House, I have a spare materia if you want to figure it out.