[network] @hotstud_xxx; audio; Day 411 [open]

[rubikscomplex]

Coming to you live from Norfinbury's only standing cult high school, one of several lead guitarist for the Snowhellion Band: Greg House!

[Hello, everyone. Did you need some music to laugh at the probably imminent apocalypse? Uncle Greg has got you. He has Zell's guitar, he's tuned it up, and he starts playing and singing Good Day Sunshine because screw the sun for being gone. He will call it back with the power of classic rock. Or he'll just jam out for a while. That works, too.

When House finishes the song, he'll add at the end.]

Taking requests. Looking at you, Quillster.

Comments

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[armoured]

You know exactly what I mean, Dr. House, you're not that stupid.

[Pretty stupid, but not that stupid.]

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[rubikscomplex]

[Watch him put on his stupid act, Al.]

Huh?

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[armoured]

Do you really want me to say it so bluntly? Because I will.

[He's not going top let House annoy him out of this conversation.]

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[rubikscomplex]

How about you go talk to someone who actually cares about you and wants to talk feelings, kid?

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[armoured]

Because we're not talking about you caring about me and my feelings, we're talking about your feelings and how I care about them.

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[rubikscomplex]

But see, that loops back around to your feelings and how I'm not giving you what you want. It's always about you, Lelly. Tsk!

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[armoured]

You've known me for a long time now, Dr. House, do you really think this is going to make me give up? I don't really like you, but that doesn't mean that I don't care if you're hurting or need help, and you're too dumb to ever actually ask for it even from the people you like... which is why you need bullying into it.

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[rubikscomplex]

The only thing that's hurting is my body because it's cold. Think you're gonna warm me up, tin can?

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[armoured]

[Ouch, that one does sting, but he's not giving up.]

Very funny, why don't you try again, because I'm still not leaving.

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[rubikscomplex]

No? Guess I will, then.

[You're getting hung up on, Al. This is why he tries not to be vulnerable in your direction. Eesh!]