As he preps for the puncture, Foreman informs Dan that he'll be getting this TWICE A DAY for the next TWO WEEKS. Holy crap, does that suck. I think most people would rather die at this point. Eternal Optimist Dad asks if Dan could get syphilis without being sexually active, like your son's virginity is of the utmost concern when the kid's brain is breaking down. "It's unusual," Foreman says, trying not to laugh. And...puncture.

House is on clinic duty again. His patient has a nasty swollen mark on his leg that House reacts to with an audible gasp of disgust as he quickly moves to the other side of the room. That's the reaction you really, really don't want your doctor to have when you show him something. From a distance, House says the wound is obviously infected, and that it appears that the guy stuck something sharp in it to relieve the pressure. The guy admits that he used his wife's nail file. "Pain'll make you do stupid things," House sympathizes, and whips out a bottle of pills. He offers one to the guy, who takes it. "Cheers!" says House, and they take their Vicodins. House asks the guy what brings him to the Princeton area, and then asks if his penis hurts. "No! Should it?" asks the guy. House says no; he just wanted to toss the guy an inappropriate question to make the lawsuit look good. What lawsuit? Well, House sees that the guy came to the clinic from seventy miles away, passing several hospitals and treatment centers on his way. House's guess is that the guy can't get treatment in any of those places because he sued them all. That's a big leap in logic. House calls him "the boy who sued wolf." House says they've got a Dr. Wolf here, and he's going to page him right now to make the lawsuit look really good. The guy gets up to leave, but House says he'll treat him. They'll drain the knee (gross), do some lab tests, and he'll be good as new. "Why would you do that?" asks the guy. "I'm a people person," says House, who LIES just as much as everyone else.