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So. More dialoguefic SG-1 style. With guest appearances. This contains... s8 spoilers. Small ones.
"Carter, what the heck are ya doin'?"
"Your chocolate is in my peanut butter, sir."
"Well, chocolate is good for you."
"But not mixed with peanut butter."
"C'mon, Carter, you can't tell me they don't taste great together."
"I can. Sir."
"Sam?"
"Daniel?"
"Didn't your mother ever tell you your face could get stuck like that?"
"Go back to your report, Daniel."
"Now, Carter, threatening a co-worker with your spoon is definitely not allowed."
"Would you rather I used a fork, sir?"
"Maaaybe."
"Oh, I give up."
"I believe I shall follow Daniel Jackson."
"Carter, you ever noticed that T only speaks when he feels the need to?"
"Pity other people can't follow his example."
"You sayin' I blather?"
"I don't know sir. Do you?"
"Carter, you babble techgeek speak at me all the time. Are you saying all of that has to be said?"
"Of course, sir."
*eyes*
*eyes back*
"Y'know, there's still chocolate in your peanut butter, Carter."
"Thank you for pointing that out, sir."
"If you two could stop flirting long enough, don't we have a world to save?"
"Go suck a lemon, McKay."
"Colonel Carter already made that suggestion once, General."
"I could have you kicked off my base."
"Sir."
"Carter."
"Fine. I'll go save the world on my own. And then half the base will be after my ass."
"To burn it, I'm sure."
"Lizzie, baby, honey, you're gonna love me."
"So, Carter, cake?"
"I want to watch Weir separate McKay from his body."
"You can do that the next time."
"Is that an order, sir?"
"No."
"Oh."
"Ahem. That world needing to be saved?"
"Ah, stick a sock in it."
"Carter!"
"Sir?"
"O'Neill, you've been a bad influence on her."
"But Dr. Weir, I *like* his influence."
"...that was out loud, Sam."
"Oh."
"Hey! Lizzie, let's go save the world."
"And then I'll shove you through the event horizon and have them shut the gate off."
"Awww! I knew you'd love me."
"So..."
"So..."
"Cake?"
"Carter, what the heck are ya doin'?"
"Your chocolate is in my peanut butter, sir."
"Well, chocolate is good for you."
"But not mixed with peanut butter."
"C'mon, Carter, you can't tell me they don't taste great together."
"I can. Sir."
"Sam?"
"Daniel?"
"Didn't your mother ever tell you your face could get stuck like that?"
"Go back to your report, Daniel."
"Now, Carter, threatening a co-worker with your spoon is definitely not allowed."
"Would you rather I used a fork, sir?"
"Maaaybe."
"Oh, I give up."
"I believe I shall follow Daniel Jackson."
"Carter, you ever noticed that T only speaks when he feels the need to?"
"Pity other people can't follow his example."
"You sayin' I blather?"
"I don't know sir. Do you?"
"Carter, you babble techgeek speak at me all the time. Are you saying all of that has to be said?"
"Of course, sir."
*eyes*
*eyes back*
"Y'know, there's still chocolate in your peanut butter, Carter."
"Thank you for pointing that out, sir."
"If you two could stop flirting long enough, don't we have a world to save?"
"Go suck a lemon, McKay."
"Colonel Carter already made that suggestion once, General."
"I could have you kicked off my base."
"Sir."
"Carter."
"Fine. I'll go save the world on my own. And then half the base will be after my ass."
"To burn it, I'm sure."
"Lizzie, baby, honey, you're gonna love me."
"So, Carter, cake?"
"I want to watch Weir separate McKay from his body."
"You can do that the next time."
"Is that an order, sir?"
"No."
"Oh."
"Ahem. That world needing to be saved?"
"Ah, stick a sock in it."
"Carter!"
"Sir?"
"O'Neill, you've been a bad influence on her."
"But Dr. Weir, I *like* his influence."
"...that was out loud, Sam."
"Oh."
"Hey! Lizzie, let's go save the world."
"And then I'll shove you through the event horizon and have them shut the gate off."
"Awww! I knew you'd love me."
"So..."
"So..."
"Cake?"
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