House zips over to Wilson's office to be lectured on how he treated Wilson's asshole neighbor, who apparently went running to Wilson to complain about the "rude jerk" he lives with. Even though House didn't do anything wrong, Wilson is still mad at him for talking to Murphy at all. What, was he supposed to give the guy the silent treatment at the mailboxes? Then Murphy would have complained to Wilson about that. House tells Wilson not to worry -- he has some dirt on Murphy: he's lying about his stint in Vietnam and resulting war wound. Well, the wound itself is real -- he definitely has a hook where his hand should be -- but the way he got it is not. For House happened to notice that Murphy was holding a letter from a private medical insurance company, which he shouldn't have if he's a vet because they get the VA for their medical needs. That's not always the greatest thing in the world, but it's probably better than PPTH. Also, House notes, the guy is too young to have served in Vietnam. A little online detective work revealed no records of service for Murphy, either. Wilson asks why someone would lie about serving in Vietnam. "Victims get pity, heroes get adulation. It's way better," House says, so mad that he didn't think of this first. Wilson tells him to stop investigating Murphy and start writing an apology letter. Come on, Wilson. An apology letter? House isn't your child who you need to teach a lesson about personal responsibility. "Being nice to people you hate -- that's a skill," Wilson says. You know what else is a skill? Standing up to your neighbors who make unreasonable demands.