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atrophied[ The previously occupied managerial position in the clinic is conspicuously empty. House thinks that's just sad.
Obviously the thing to do is to seize power (really easy when there's no one to take it from), declare the clinic a sovereign nation (A) has a defined territory...check! B) a permanent population...well, of one, but that counts. Another check! C) a government...monarchy has been recently instituted so that's a check! and D) capacity to enter into relations with other states...if they want medicine, they better start negotiating and there's the last check!) and establish yourself as ruler (because who else can be named? Allen? Everyone would kill themselves.)
This may or may not be a ploy to get John to stop being such a depressed depressing idiot.
In the style and accent of a Southern preacher: ]
Good morning, brothers and sisters! For too long we have lived under the yoke of those who would think themselves our betters. Who would strip from us our right to a good night's sleep. Who would have us wait on them for shifts of 24, 36, even 48 hours with no consideration for our needs!
Well, I'm here to say no more! Because from today, I declare, I say, I do declare that this clinic is a free and independent state!
[ There's a dull, rumbling sound. House stops when he feels something heavy around his head. Heavy and cold and vaguely metallic.
It didn't.
It did.
Oh, shit. ]
...And I want sixty-six female virgin human guards!
[ A beat. ]
At least give me six.
[ Another beat. ]
Really? You get me a crown and no guards? Are you trying to cast me as the next Louis XVI?
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