wizard time motherfucker, fireball

-Immediately starts putting her on every treatment known to man

-Walks over to Wilson’s office, which is the only part of the entire ship that just looks the same as it does in the show

-Homoerotically complains about how stupid Jedi are, then makes a bet with Wilson on whether Obi Wan is gay or the father of Padme’s twins (Wilson wants House to believe people can be faithful)

-Padme almost dies again. Turns out the treatment’s not working

-“if the dark side nearly killed her, maybe it can save her”

-House uses force lightning to restart Padme’s heart

-Gets brought into Cuddy’s office and told off for using an experimental treatment, and the power of the dark side, in her hospital

-House is taken off the case and foreman is put in charge of the case

-Padme is unexpectedly doing better, but Cuddy refuses to tell House or else he’ll be using the dark side to save all his patients

-House watches on as Wilson tries seducing a relieved Obi Wan while he paces in the lobby. Doesn’t seem to work

-House interrogates Obi Wan about his relationship with Padme, insinuates it’s Obi Wans Fault. Gets in a struggle and once theyre seperated it’s revealed he ripped out some beard hair

-Padme is getting released from the hospital but crashes again with obvious signs of infection. Everyone blames the dark side of the force

-is put in intensive care again, everyone thinks she’s going to die, House is brooding.

-House meets Bail Organa and talks to him, Bail mentions how he was so worried about her the last time she was in a hospital, and this seems much more hopeless

-“what time she was in the hospital?”

-House marches in as they’re about to pull the plug, rolling Padme’s unconcious body over to point at dark spot on the back of her neck

-Foreman looks disapointed, “it’s a bruise house, her husband nearly snapped her neck.”

-“Our princess’ boyfriend here failed to mentioned she was scratched by a Nexu on Genosis years ago. Nexu claws are known as a vicious poison.”

-“it would have killed her years ago”

-“unless a small chunk of claw stuck in her back, working into the muscles near the nape of her neck for years. The little prince of Darkness chokes her, pressure and muscles spasming lets it work into a blood vessel. It’s why the force lightning only was a bandaid, it vaporized what was in her bloodstream but broke up the rest of the claw and let it enter in her bloodstream. Start her on dialysis, she’ll be fine by tomorrow afternoon.”

-Next day Padme’s wheeled out of the hospital with her two children, bittersweetness. House watches from balcony before going back to his office

-Wilson enters with his shirt unbuttoned and a few bruises on his neck, declaring, “the Jedi is gay. I win.”

I would not hesitate to throttle a billionaire

more money than I have ever touched or seen wasted on greed. so wretched are the rich, born as drunkard kings, never have they faced the pang of true hunger, never have they fought another mortal man for right to shelter, never have they labored in the ice to make the town accessible for no return in wealth but assurance their elders can walk safely. yet all of those pains are caused by their greed, what right do they have to inflict this upon others, and those are the more fortunate of the poor's pain, i am glad things weren't worse for me as a child yet they should have never gotten their in the first place.

a fraction of their wealth could revolutionize the technology of humanity, yet we all live in squalor as more and more people join us. is it too late? are our nations too large and prepared to revolt against? will not the disorganization of the political divides cause us to sink further into hell if revolt does happen? what political view if any is truly sustainable?

I am truly filled with rage at the state of mankind because of greed.

Money is fueled by death, those who hold the most disserve nothing more than to experience what their wealth is fueled by. be haunted o' rich by the lives you've ended by hoarding those green scrolls of death, those tokens of metal forged straight out of the blood of slaves, who were merely born in the wrong place to have good lives

Let me rend thy flesh from your body with my teeth, o' the holders of billions, you wretched liches must taste as lovely as sewage yet it is the only accurate way you could experience my fury, countless lives are sacrificed by every move you make and you do not even bat an eye. i need to tear one of them open, i need to bludgeon one with a stone, i need to hold one under the water until its thrashing stops, until its feeble cries and promises of capitalistic glory if i only just let them live cease, your money cannot protect you from death forever so i might as well end you before you can divide your demise a thousand fold upon the poor you wretched gluttons.

it is immeasurably simple

if you have more than you need to survive comfortably and live with luxuries, you should be satiated, you are human.

if you have more than anyone else, if you have more than could or should be reasonably spent on improving your own life quality and do not spend the rest to improve the quality of other lives. then, in all seriousness, you should be brutally tormented with every method of pain for a year for each dollar you used that indirectly ended a life, and then violently put down by an astronomically large crowd of raging, brick wielding civilians

we are all born into a world of money, a world where we spend death and inequality, none of us are innocent yet we are all forced into playing by the top of the deck, the glutton kings perpetuating more death than any war or plague could on its own