The following should be read as a stream-of-consciousness. That is, these are Taub's thoughts.






Taub And His Increcible Inedible Egg



Ah. Lunchtime. Better get to the DDX room before the others get there so that I can get some peace and quiet.


Man, this place is a mess! What is this? A 3 month-old magazine... 'The Star Wars Journal'... That must have been... Kutner must have left this here...


I miss that moron... A lot...




Anyway, lunchtime. What do I have? Oooo a boiled egg. Yum. I need a spoon.


Damn. This egg is hard. I have been taping it with a spoon for ages and the shell won't crack.

I'll get a knife.



Damn! The knife won't crack it either!


Oh crap. Here comes House. No doubt he will insult me about something. Will it be my height? My patheticness? My poorness?

"Hey tiny Taub! You must be lonely in here, but I guess you don't have any money for the cafeteria huh?"

Well, whata ya know. He went all in on that one.



Why won't this damn egg crack open?!


I know! I will use my special kit:




Aha! A scalpel! This should help!




ARGH! It still won't crack! Stupid egg! I am so hungry!



Oh crap, House is coming in here again.


What is he doing? He seems to be... raising his cane... above his head... uh oh...



Holy hell, he just cracked my egg open with his cane.














Mmmmmmmmmm... this egg tastes so good.