House adds "rash" to the Whiteboard (now in regular, non-green ink) and diagnoses Morgan with Churg-Strauss syndrome. He then assigns Taub to the important job of changing Debby's litterbox. Needless to say, Taub is not happy about this at all. House says this is his punishment for tattling to Cuddy. Frankly, Taub's getting off easy with just the litter box. Next time, don't tattle to a woman who can't keep her mouth shut. Foreman senses that Taub isn't in the mood for this today and softly urges him to clean the box, volunteering to clean it himself next time. It's not enough. "I'm outta here," Taub says. He does not clean the litterbox on his way out. Kumar is annoyed with House on behalf of his friend, and goes off to test Morgan. He grabs his bag, only for a series of meowing sound effects to come bursting forth from it. Debby jumps out, and House asks if Kumar's bag will be the next to die. Kumar realizes that House put the cat in his bag to punish him for being superstitious. House assigns Hadley to treat Morgan for Churg-Strauss with steroids unless she needs to be punished for something, too. She wisely says nothing and leaves the room.

Taub has gone straight to Neil's office, where he's given a glass of "good stuff" to drink. Neil says it's "made from the distilled sweat of recently laid-off hedge fund managers." That doesn't sound good at all. Too salty, at the very least. Taub admires Neil's office and says his used to look like this when he was a plastic surgeon. He's about to lie that he quit that job to do work that had more substance, but then gives up and tells Neil the truth about how he was fired and signed a contract guaranteeing never to do plastic surgery again after sleeping with a partner's daughter. Is that new information? I always thought it was just a co-worker. So now he's stuck in a job he hates and his wife found out about the affair anyway. Yes, things sure do suck for Taub. He asks Neil if he likes his job, and Neil tries to make him feel better by saying it has its ups and downs. When pressed, however, he admits that he loves being in charge. He shows off a prototype of some new medical device his company is developing, and Taub recommends making it just a bit smaller to fit the hands of Neil's "fastest growing market" -- female surgeons. That's bad news for anyone who needs surgery, since I recently heard that women make terrible doctors. Their hands, incidentally, are the same size as Taub's. Ha ha ha! Taub has lady hands. Neil's mind is blown. He rewards Taub with a glass of "the really good stuff." While Taub waits, he looks out the window and admires Neil's view and life.