[House sees it, finally, when its virtually underfoot. He doesn't stop to be worried, leaving Ecks to punch its.]
Jesus Christ, what the hell?!
[That's really the only appropriate response to what happens next in House's opinion. Because that's a lot of mouth. That's too much mouth. That's an amount of mouth that makes no practical or biological sense. How does it even digest its food? there's no room for a stomach. There's no room for anything except teeth.
He sees the light sliding back and forth down the creature's mouth-body and tries to time grabbing it right. House latches onto one of the... lips, and hopes that's enough to hold it still while he grabs.
Or he's probably not going to have an arm after this.]
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Jesus Christ, what the hell?!
[That's really the only appropriate response to what happens next in House's opinion. Because that's a lot of mouth. That's too much mouth. That's an amount of mouth that makes no practical or biological sense. How does it even digest its food? there's no room for a stomach. There's no room for anything except teeth.
He sees the light sliding back and forth down the creature's mouth-body and tries to time grabbing it right. House latches onto one of the... lips, and hopes that's enough to hold it still while he grabs.
Or he's probably not going to have an arm after this.]