House is assigning the Cottages to collect a fecal smear from Adam when Cuddy enters to ask House what the hell he's doing. He says that his office is currently unusable, so the Clinic will have to do. Cuddy tells him he can't disrupt the hospital just because he hasn't gotten his way and orders him to leave. House will not leave, so Cuddy grows a backbone and tells him to leave the Clinic and use his office or he's fired. No, I'm sorry, that's a lie. She actually just totally caved and told him to do whatever he wants in protest, but she will not replace his carpet.

Foreman reports to Adam's room to get the fecal smear, since Adam is apparently constipated like that Clinic woman was and won't go on his own. Adam's busy playing his videogame again, but Foreman manages to ask if he should wait for him to finish without being all sarcastic and asshole-y. He does, however, point out that Adam might not be sick at all and the parents may have just overreacted. They almost believe Foreman, until Adam starts doing his choking thing again. This time he spits out some nasty white stuff, too.

House has moved his traveling tantrum show into Wilson's office. He writes down Adam's newest symptom -- pleural effusion -- while Cameron the Clueless asks House what they're doing in Wilson's office. While Foreman, Chase, and House discuss their patient, Cameron keeps butting in to ask him about his problems with the new office carpeting. House won't answer her, and starts raking Wilson's dorky mini-Zen rock garden while he orders the Cottages to give Adam an echocardiogram. Then Wilson walks in the room and makes the perfect look of surprise, and yet not surprise. While he wonders aloud what everyone's doing in his office, House orders the Cottages off and ignores him.

The Cottages depart, with Cameron giving Wilson a strange nod that is probably their secret tattletale code on her way out. Wilson says that while he and House share "stories, feelings, and toys," they do not share offices. I want to know which "toys" those two share. And what straight man talks about his feelings with another straight man? While House admires the various silly trinkets Wilson has on his desk, gifts from grateful patients, I admire that Touch of Evil poster on the wall. I want one. Maybe not with Orson Welles's face so big on it, although it may not be possible to get Orson Welles in any size except big. House asks Wilson about some cheap little doctor teddy bear figurine, and Wilson says that it was a joke he and one of his child cancer patients shared with each other. She's dead now, though. So House throws the gift in the trash. Asshole!