Title: -
Author: kbk
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: As requested by Aces.
Summary: Ho-hum.

House looked at the assortment of prescription and illegal drugs piled on his desk, and smiled. "I knew there was a reason I hired a criminal."

Foreman rolled his eyes, and grabbed the patient's file. "I can't remember the reason I work for a cripple," he said, looking pointedly at House's cane.

House twirled the cane above his head, narrowly avoiding knocking the monitor off his desk. "And here I thought this was a Spirit Stick."

Foreman frowned in confusion, and leaned backwards to avoid the spinning stick of doom.

House sighed. "Cheerleaders, Foreman," he said, leering in remembrance. "Cheerleaders."

Original draft:

"blah snark criminal"
*Foreman rolls his eyes.*
"blah snark cripple"
*House twirls his cane in the air.*
"blah snark cheerleader"