Metalosis Maligna

Imagine for a moment that all your dreams have come true, and finally, you’re starting to turn into a metal monster. Now imagine that to your horror the transformation is less laser eyes and drill genitals and more a long, slow, painful metamorphosis into a rusted erector set. No, there will be no rampage of destruction and mayhem for you. After your diagnosis you’ll be transported to a terminal ward to live out your days being poked, prodded, and otherwise suffering the indignities normally associated with investigative medicine.

Interestingly, my highly refined medical acumen resultant from an exhaustive study in the hippocratic arts (four seasons of House and counting!) was perked at the names of the diseases and syndromes being bandied about. Impressively, the terminology is at least relatively sound. Although I can’t tell what I was more impressed with; that the film makers did their homework or that I’ve finally learned something from countless hours of television.

Microbia [Arist’s Site : Who Killed Bambi?]