I just saw a man laying on the ground dying from an intestinal thing. I didn't bother to check on him..
He had a mohawk. I hate those things.

He knew who I was, of course, and cried out, "DOCTOR HOUSE, WHY WON'T YOU HELP MEEE?!" I told him someone would come across here and find him, but that didn't seem to put ease to the situation.

...I need to hire a hooker for situations like that.