[It is not music to his ears. It is a terrible drone, he can still hear it even when the sound tapers off into an echo. When he hobbles out of the cabin, Jim looks more put together than he feels, wrapped in a coat that is sheepskin lined and and a hat that is drawn right down to his eyebrows.
He says: ] If I could muster the energy for it I'd knock you out.
[Anyway, he's getting into the passenger seat, thank you House, very kind of you house. ] You bring my panties?
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He says: ] If I could muster the energy for it I'd knock you out.
[Anyway, he's getting into the passenger seat, thank you House, very kind of you house. ] You bring my panties?