Doug was more gullible than... actually, there wasn't really a metaphor for that. He was just gullible. Horribly, horribly gullible - he would've believed most of anything people tried to pawn off on him. So far, just in this sorting room, there had been mentions of magic and planets exploding and... well. So now, he was just confused. "So you're not... friends?" he asked slowly, and...
Or he WAS lying and he'd been telling the truth about lying... which would mean he HADN'T been lying... or he'd been telling the truth about lying and, in turn, HADN'T been lying as well as lying and... Oh, God, Doug's head was going to explode. He was pretty sure. He just clutched the sides for a moment, blinking and... cripes, not the spiders and zombies again. Looking like he was going to burst into tears at any given moment, he looked up to House with a completely wounded puppy stare, looking desperate. "Oh, God, please don't lock me in with spiders and zombies."
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Or he WAS lying and he'd been telling the truth about lying... which would mean he HADN'T been lying... or he'd been telling the truth about lying and, in turn, HADN'T been lying as well as lying and... Oh, God, Doug's head was going to explode. He was pretty sure. He just clutched the sides for a moment, blinking and... cripes, not the spiders and zombies again. Looking like he was going to burst into tears at any given moment, he looked up to House with a completely wounded puppy stare, looking desperate. "Oh, God, please don't lock me in with spiders and zombies."