Over at your typical Abandoned Warehouse on the Wrong Side of the Tracks, there's Latin music playing (not Ricky Martin, although I wouldn't have put it past them) and people drinking, gathered around a small ring in the center of the room. Cuddy and Foreman enter and manage not to stick out like two white and black sore thumbs, despite being the only representatives of their respective races in the warehouse and totally not dressed for seeing an illegal cockfight. Roosters fight each other and people wave money around and cheer. Manny's down there, too, grabbing the losers' carcasses off the floor.

Back at home base, Wilson answers the phone in House's office as House tries to juggle two beanbag balls with one hand. Wilson tells him that Cuddy is on the line, and hands the phone off to House, who tells her that he put Alfredo on the psittacosis meds as soon as she left. "You're welcome," he says, and hangs up. I hope Cuddy didn't tell Foreman about that, or else we're going to have to endure another speech about lying to people to make them better being racist.

Alfie the One-Handyman asks Cuddy how he got sick from the birds, even though he always washed his hands. Cuddy says that you can get psittacosis by breathing in the dust off a sick chicken. (Or, really, its poop. It's gross to think that we regularly breathe in poop dust, but it's true.) Alfie asks why he was the only person to get sick. Cuddy says that his asthma made him especially vulnerable, and I find it hard to believe that no one else in that warehouse has asthma, but whatever. Alfie is pretty sad about the loss of his hand, but he thanks Cuddy for saving his life and offers his left hand for her to shake.