"I-----'m 'En-er-y the Eighth I am, 'En-er-y the Eighth I am, I am.. I got married to the widda next door..."
The voice boomed from the door of the medical facility, and as the door shut behind him, the figure singing was in the form of Scott, but obviously, oh-so-not him. Dr. House had his run, and having just gotten back, had recalled something he'd read in his youth-- a book by one Alfred Bester. How to keep the voices in your head out? Put something there, your choice. A mantra, as it were. The choice was obvious, at least to him. Pick the most obnoxious, most-likely-to-remain song ever. And Herman's Hermits won. Hands down.
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[House in Scott's body] From the door--
Date: 2007-06-16 07:50 pm (UTC)"I-----'m 'En-er-y the Eighth I am, 'En-er-y the Eighth I am, I am.. I got married to the widda next door..."
The voice boomed from the door of the medical facility, and as the door shut behind him, the figure singing was in the form of Scott, but obviously, oh-so-not him. Dr. House had his run, and having just gotten back, had recalled something he'd read in his youth-- a book by one Alfred Bester. How to keep the voices in your head out? Put something there, your choice. A mantra, as it were. The choice was obvious, at least to him. Pick the most obnoxious, most-likely-to-remain song ever. And Herman's Hermits won. Hands down.