Foreman chases him down the hallway to protest, saying there's no cancer that blows up organs and herniates brain stems, which is how the fighter died. House thinks they should forget about the fighter, whose brain injury could just as well have happened during the match. Even so, Foreman says "thousands" of tests and four autopsies were done and they all ruled cancer out. House orders Hadley to do the four autopsies again as well as those thousands of lab tests. Well, her life sucks this week, and she knows it, as she rolls her eyes and walks off. Kumar and Taub get to investigate the donor and find out what type of cancer he may have had before an industrial accident took his head off by checking his home and office for toxins and carcinogens. Kumar leaves while Taub whines that after four years (um, it's actually five, Taub. PAY ATTENTION), they're not going to find anything where the guy used to live. Way to give up before you even try. This just gets him an extra assignment as House tells him to investigate whoever lived in the house after the donor and see if they have cancer. That just leaves Foreman to take a look at Apple's eye.
Oh look! There's Hugh Laurie's producer credit! Actually, he's an Executive Producer. Him and half the country, but still.
House won't be participating in the case again this week because he needs to find a new friend. He reports to the cafeteria, where he sees a friendly and unassuming doctor paying for his meal. House promptly throws some things on the tray and tells the cashier to charge them to Dr. O'Shea. Dr. O'Shea rolls his eyes but pays for House's food. Why do people give into him like that? Is it because they feel sorry for him? I wouldn't care if both of his legs didn't work -- I'm not paying for a doctor's lunch. House follows O'Shea to his seat, much to his chagrin, and says he heard a rumor that O'Shea likes monster trucks. Wow, PPTH must have some scandal-free employees if O'Shea liking monster trucks has made it into the grapevine. O'Shea says he likes the Predator but thinks the California Crusher is overrated. I'll agree with him since I have no idea what they're talking about. But the answer seems to satisfy House, so he takes a seat. "Are you ... checking me out?" O'Shea asks, looking worried. "You're astute," House says, his friendship test entering phase three as he whips out a bottle of pills and downs several of them. O'Shea asks him how many pills he just took. House says he takes Vicodin and B12 for that afternoon kick and asks if O'Shea has a problem with that. O'Shea just shrugs. "I think I'm in love," House says. I'm pretty sure straight men don't talk like that, not even in jest. But it will make the fans happy, so there you go.