That would look cool in Latin.

The internet said: It's a magnus silicis. EGO can't exspecto ut dico meus amicitia.

Somehow I think that's wrong.

Saxum vastum est. Possum expectare dicere amicos meos. Nemo eorum saxum vastius habet.

Not totally sure of the last sentence, though.

You could change the first to "Id est saxum vastum," if you want to emphasize the "it".

Because I never get the inspiration I look for most, some more House/ Wonderfalls.
“I don’t believe you.” Wilson complained, after everyone left, “You let Jaye win?!”

“So? Jimmy, you really need to get a handle on this competitive thing. It’s so obvious you’re compensating.”

”So...one time I got a fever of 101 playing at your place and you still made me pay up.”

“I gave you fluids when you passed out, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, I suppose I have a vague memory of that. Remind me to mark your chart later.”

“No need. I won a hundred dollars that night...delirious people make strange bets.”

”Or fail to make bets they should...look, I know she’s lovely, House.”,

”Not only that, she’s a Greg House hat trick...twenties, beautiful, and a few bricks shy of a load.”

”I’m going to have to ask you to stop calling her crazy, House. I mean, really insist.”

”Oh, right. I saw this movie, too. The caring doctor explains to everyone that madness is organic. A chemical disorder. That the girl needs our concern, not our judgment, right? Whatever, Wilson.”

”If you really believe that, why did we bring her here? Why did we piss off Shapiro?”

”Because I felt like it. Because Shapiro moves his lips when he reads, and because a person ought to be allowed to be a little crazy before she earns a lifetime pass shuffling around on the Haldol Express. And I think she’s cute, okay?”

“Thank you for being so honest.” Wilson replied. “It means a lot to me. But the fact remains, you’d rip one of your ducklings to shreds for a treatment rationale like that.”

”Well, then, it’s bitchin’ that I passed my fellowship then, so this doesn’t show up on my report card. My dad said one more bad citizenship grade, and I’m terminally grounded.”

“Well, I hope if I’m ever in trouble, my doctor’s a dumbass too, then.”

”You agree with me.”

Wilson shrugged. He really ought to stop enabling this sort of thing. “Let’s just say I don’t disagree.”

”Way to live on the edge, James.”

"Mr. Mayor"

I look up from my new issue of Popular Evil. Personally, I think all these new evil gadgets are useless junk. A few good curses is really all anyone needs. But one needs to keep up with the newest evil developments.

"Mr. Mayor"

I am drawn from my thoughts and address my assistant.

"Why have you disturbed me?"

"It's um... about the lighting of the town hall Christmas tree."

I hate Christmas. Stupid songs and decorations, people being happy when the cold and bleakness of winter should be creating despair.

"I think not." I tell my assistant.

"It's traditi...."

"Not any more, have the tree burned and issue a decree, there will be no Christmas in this town. Hire extra Orcs for enforcement."

My assistant hesitates and then leaves me. Banning Christmas from the city will help my mood, but something more has to be done. I buzz my assistant.

"Yes sir?"

"Contact the arch-lich D'loch and tell him to gate to my office."

"Very well." Says my assistant and the phone clicks off.

I rub my hands together and give a typical evil chuckle. Santa and his elves will be doomed this year.

Cool. Thanks for sharing. (And I'm not saying that with House inflection.)

Heh, Sang Sacre is bleeding over. (pun intended)

Sang Sacre is bleeding over

It does that.

Huh. Maybe it's lupus.

Maybe it's lupus.

It's not lupus!

Then I'll have to take Chase's part and suggest drugs.