[Network] @hotstud_xxx; video | Day 52, evening [open]

[rubikscomplex]

[The video feed will show the inside of a tool shed where a small, flying robot is moving around in the dim light cast by the tablet.]

Hey, Trinity! Wibblelips! Look what I found. It flies, it screams, it's alive. It also happens to be the reason I'm stuck in a shed for the night. Now, I got a screwdriver.

[The screwdriver is held up into view in a pink-gloved hand.]

And I got a hammer.

[The screwdriver is set down and the hammer is picked up to show.]

It's a hammer of justice. It's a hammer of warning. And it's going to be the hammer I take to that freaking thing unless you tell me how to get it to stop screaming in my face. Hiro, you needed some robot parts, right? Might be able to get you some.

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[dr_unconscious]

Yeah, so he tells me. [Clayton huffs a laugh.] I know it don't sound like it means much, but if you think about it--guy like that, doin' good enough work t' get tenure? How d'ya think he could a managed it?

[cloneprincess]

I think he's probably brilliant enough to be considered irreplaceable. It's the only way you can have an attitude like that and still be employed, short of blackmail. [ Not that Miranda would know. ] If you tell him I said that, though, I'll call you a liar.

[dr_unconscious]

Hah! [Clayton barks, recovers quickly.] Yeeah, he don't need nobody boostin' his ego like that. Won't be able t' fit his fat head through the doors in time fer lockdown...

[Never mind that, from what Clayton's seen, it's basically true. He's not here to defend House's honor or anything. Right? Right.]

...Nah. You don't gotta be too smart t' know how t' say the right things to the right people. Med school's stressful. Ain't nobody got time fer wisecrackin' like Greg does. You ain't on yer best behavior, they're either bootin' you out t' save face with the patients 'r puttin' you somewhere where you ain't gonna make too much noise. They ain't makin' you head a the department, ya get me?