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yamadara's birthday! And since she wanted an Atlantis tomato fic...
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Sheppard whistled as he walked down the hallway, contemplating his name. Did it have one 'p' or two? If only he had paid attention earlier in life -- it wasn't like he could call up his parents anymore. Hmm. Did they take personnel files along? Weir probably knew. He'd have to remember to ask her.
"Hey Shepwhore!"
Sheppard flinched and fingered his sidearm, but thought better of it and simply sighed. "I thought I told you to never call me that, uh..." What *was* his name? McKay was the round one, Teyla was the girl one and this was... "Toyota?" That sounded right. He mentally patted himself for his keen mental prowess.
Toyota muttered something that sounded like 'I can't believe I have to call you sir.' Or it could have been 'I have to relieve my bladder, sir.' In either case, Sheppard was willing to chalk it up to jealousy of his manly jaw line. And since that was completely understandable, he was willing to let it slide. He wasn't in the mood to kick Nissan's ass today anyway.
"Did you want something?"
"How'd you like a nice, juicy tomato?"
Sheppard blinked. "Are you coming on to me?"
Chrysler muttered some more and plunked a tomato in Sheppard's hand.
"Where'd this come from?" Sheppard asked, trying not to be vaguely disappointed at the tomato.
"Yeah, we have a garden now. All kinds of food. Apparently this place has really good mulch."
Million-year-old mulch. Whoda thunk it? "Cool. Now we've got something to chuck at people."
"Or...we could eat them."
"Them? You mean the..."
"Tomatoes. Not the people."
"Right. I knew that."
"Since we didn't have a renewable source of food before."
"Huh. You sure?"
"Yes."
"Wow. Well, guess we better go survey the plump, juicy tomatoes on the station. And then we can go look at the plants." Sheppard rubbed his hand over his manly stubble. "Get it? Good one, eh Mercedes?"
"Bite me, Shepwhore."
yamadara's birthday! And since she wanted an Atlantis tomato fic...*
Sheppard whistled as he walked down the hallway, contemplating his name. Did it have one 'p' or two? If only he had paid attention earlier in life -- it wasn't like he could call up his parents anymore. Hmm. Did they take personnel files along? Weir probably knew. He'd have to remember to ask her.
"Hey Shepwhore!"
Sheppard flinched and fingered his sidearm, but thought better of it and simply sighed. "I thought I told you to never call me that, uh..." What *was* his name? McKay was the round one, Teyla was the girl one and this was... "Toyota?" That sounded right. He mentally patted himself for his keen mental prowess.
Toyota muttered something that sounded like 'I can't believe I have to call you sir.' Or it could have been 'I have to relieve my bladder, sir.' In either case, Sheppard was willing to chalk it up to jealousy of his manly jaw line. And since that was completely understandable, he was willing to let it slide. He wasn't in the mood to kick Nissan's ass today anyway.
"Did you want something?"
"How'd you like a nice, juicy tomato?"
Sheppard blinked. "Are you coming on to me?"
Chrysler muttered some more and plunked a tomato in Sheppard's hand.
"Where'd this come from?" Sheppard asked, trying not to be vaguely disappointed at the tomato.
"Yeah, we have a garden now. All kinds of food. Apparently this place has really good mulch."
Million-year-old mulch. Whoda thunk it? "Cool. Now we've got something to chuck at people."
"Or...we could eat them."
"Them? You mean the..."
"Tomatoes. Not the people."
"Right. I knew that."
"Since we didn't have a renewable source of food before."
"Huh. You sure?"
"Yes."
"Wow. Well, guess we better go survey the plump, juicy tomatoes on the station. And then we can go look at the plants." Sheppard rubbed his hand over his manly stubble. "Get it? Good one, eh Mercedes?"
"Bite me, Shepwhore."
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That was so dayum funneh, there are just no words. You have to tell everyone. How funny.
*DIES*
Hey, uh... my birthday was in July. *hinthintwinkwink*
[EDITED: OMG! *screams with laughter* FORD!! (Yes, I will admit I knew who he was talking to, I just didn't GET IT]
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Hey, uh... my birthday was in July. *hinthintwinkwink*
Heh. Am contimplating Puddle-Jumper/Stargate fic. ;)
EDITED: OMG! *screams with laughter* FORD!! (Yes, I will admit I knew who he was talking to, I just didn't GET IT]
*SNORT*
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And I GOT it... just.... late was all ;)
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Hmmm...nope! ;)
And I GOT it... just.... late was all ;)
*snicker*
HAHAHA!
Million-year-old mulch. Whoda thunk it? "Cool. Now we've got something to chuck at people."
"Or...we could eat them."
"Them? You mean the..."
"Tomatoes. Not the people."
"Right. I knew that."
*laughs*
Thanks for the tomato fic! Great birthday present. Wow mulch fic is becoming it's own genre. *g*
Re: HAHAHA!
And hope you're having a great birthday!
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The Mulch Dynasty is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
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While I don't watch this show, that was still very funny and pleasant to read while avoiding work. ;)
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"Or...we could eat them."
"Them? You mean the..."
"Tomatoes. Not the people."
This is just... BWAH!
And are we mocking Sheppard's intelligence and/or hearing, or that of scary fic writers? Or both?
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*snicker*
And are we mocking Sheppard's intelligence and/or hearing, or that of scary fic writers? Or both?
Well, we're partly mocking me since I can never remember Ford's name. *g* And I haven't read any Atlantis fic - so no bad fic mockage there. heh.
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HAHAHAHAHA!
i hurt my head when i fell off my chair because i was laughing so hard
Don't sue!
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TOO FUNNY FOR WORDS!
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(Heh. Butter. Heh.)
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Mwah! Uh huh. And just how many Atlantis fics have you read, young lady?
(Heh. Butter. Heh.)
*liiiiiiiiiiiiiiick*
What? I was licking the butter! Really!
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DO YOU KNOW WHERE THAT BUTTER'S BEEN? I THINK NOT.
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It's weird, but whenever I think of Ford, I think of that Kevin Costner movie, "the POstman". There was a young character named Ford Lincoln Mercury... So basically whenever he comes on screen, I'm like, "Hello Lt. Ford Lincoln Mercury"
wow. beer good.
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She's cool.
It's weird, but whenever I think of Ford, I think of that Kevin Costner movie, "the POstman". There was a young character named Ford Lincoln Mercury... So basically whenever he comes on screen, I'm like, "Hello Lt. Ford Lincoln Mercury"
HA!
wow. beer good.
Beer very good.
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So good.
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Now where's the sequel? *snicker*
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Hmm. Sequel. Must get on that Puddle-Jumper/Stargate fic. ;)
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That entire paragraph. HOWL!!!
That rocked! HEE!
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:D