The camera crew finally goes to Cuddy to tell on House and his wandering ways. Cuddy tries to save face, saying that it's part of House's brilliance to "change venues" when trying to come up with a diagnosis. Then she just gives up and runs away.
Back in the OR, PS begs House to let him to the LP and test the intracranial pressure. House refuses to give someone even the chance of proving him wrong and tells them to keep looking for drug abuse signs, this time with a heart-stopping EP study. Of course, Kumar loves this idea because it's all about his excitement and not about, you know, keeping his patients alive by not subjecting them to unnecessary and dangerous tests. Cuddy appears in the OR balcony and yells at House.
PS explains the procedure to Kenny, saying that it "sounds worse than it is." Dude, you're stopping his heart. That's pretty far down there on the "worse" spectrum. PS hints to Kenny that now would be a good time to admit it if he's done drugs. "Being different is really hard," PS starts; then gives the camera a "go away, please" look. Amazingly, they oblige. Not so amazingly, they just step back about three feet and zoom in on the scene. Kenny figures that if he tells them he's done drugs, they'll be able to do the facial surgery, so he freely admits to doing a "lot of coke," "LSD," and "acid." PS quickly figures out that Kenny has never done drugs and was just saying he did to get the surgery. PS says they're not going to continue the test and Kenny starts coughing up blood.
With Cuddy sitting guard at the door to make sure he won't escape the camera crew, House has to get in front of the cameras with the Numbers in the conference room. Kumar is wearing a tie today, as he says, "I always wear ties. I'm a doctor." Then he gets yelled at for staring at the camera. Ha ha. CTB suggests something, and House compliments her camera-ready lipstick, if not her crappy diagnosis. Foreman's there, too, having finally emerged from his day-long bathroom break. House begs for a good differential. Instead, he gets Terzzzi, who suggests a peptic ulcer. "Good," House says. A confused Foreman frowns and says Kenny doesn't have any other symptoms associated with an ulcer. I now know what all of those symptoms are, thanks to the ulcer I had last month. Here's a lesson from me to you, dear readers: the weird stomachaches you're getting after your nightly milk and cookies are not a sudden onset of lactose intolerance, nor is vomiting every day for two weeks a sign of stress. It could be an ulcer. Get yourself checked out sooner rather than later, and then you won't have to miss writing a recaplet because you're stuck in bed with the worst pain you've ever felt in your life, weighing the benefits of ER morphine against a hefty hospital bill you probably can't afford. By the way, the hospital bill won. One of these days, we'll get universal health care and I'll finally get the ER morphine I so richly deserve. Anyway, Foreman points out the rather obvious fact that the GI tract and the heart aren't connected and therefore wouldn't affect each other while Terzzzi looks at him dumbly. 13 says a bunch of words that House rejects, and Cole suggests stomach cancer and paraneoplastic syndrome. House tells Cole and PS to do a scope and look for cancer. PS objects, saying it could be dangerous if Kenny's bleeding is being caused by liver failure caused by intracranial pressure. House shoots him down, saying liver failure and intracranial pressure are not at all related. The camera swings over to PS for his argument, but it is not forthcoming. "True," he mutters simply.