"I don't think you are helping the situation, Jonas Quinn."
"He's never going to like me now, is he?"
"Probably not."
"Thank you, Jonas!"
"Carter. When. Did. He. See. Your. Boobs?"
"Hmm? In the hotel. And why do you care! You think they're too small!"
"I.. I do not! They're wonderful breasts, Carter. Great. Beautiful."
"Now you're making fun of me."
"No! Shit. Why is this happening to me?"
*sniff* "You hate me."
"He hates her? I thought he wanted to-"
"That is enough, Jonas Quinn."
"No, crap. Dammit, boys sit tight or I will find you and do horrid things to your goats. O'Neill OUT. Carter, I don't hate you, and I really like your breasts. They're great."
"You do?"
*deep sigh* "Yes. Now we- Holy shit! Put your shirt back on!"
"Jonas, you can stop talking in your radio, we're behind you. And why aren't you wearing pants?"
"Wow! He must be on the stairclimber a *lot*."
"I like talking to my radio. It makes fun noises and it's where the music comes from!"
"I too enjoy speaking through my radio, but as you are close I feel no more need. Are the goats not entertaining?"
"They're fantastic. But you know what'd be even *more* cool?"
"Bunnies!"
"Cookies!"
"There is nothing in the universe more entertaining than dancing goats."
"Oh for crying... you know what? Yes, there is, and it's the look on Hammond's face when Jonas comes through that gate without pants on. Teal'c, dial us home."
"Yay!"
"Can I hit the big red button? I *like* hitting the big red button..."
"We know that, Carter. Wave goodbye to the goats."
"There are no- ooo! Wow, does that goat have sequence on? That's mildly disturbing."
"This entire trip is mildly disturbing. Jonas, stop eating the grass!"
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"JONAS..."
"I don't think you are helping the situation, Jonas Quinn."
"He's never going to like me now, is he?"
"Probably not."
"Thank you, Jonas!"
"Carter. When. Did. He. See. Your. Boobs?"
"Hmm? In the hotel. And why do you care! You think they're too small!"
"I.. I do not! They're wonderful breasts, Carter. Great. Beautiful."
"Now you're making fun of me."
"No! Shit. Why is this happening to me?"
*sniff* "You hate me."
"He hates her? I thought he wanted to-"
"That is enough, Jonas Quinn."
"No, crap. Dammit, boys sit tight or I will find you and do horrid things to your goats. O'Neill OUT. Carter, I don't hate you, and I really like your breasts. They're great."
"You do?"
*deep sigh* "Yes. Now we- Holy shit! Put your shirt back on!"
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"Yes yo... No! No, you're not hot! Put. It. Back. On."
"I've got my T-shirt on underneath."
"Oh yeah. So you do." *Sigh of relief* "Hey, don't drop it on the ground like that. Carter!"
"Will there be pink bunnies?"
"Sure. Lots of pink bunnies. Can we tie your shirt around your waist?"
Stands still. "I don't like pink bunnies!"
"Okay, there won't be any pink bunnies."
"Good. Blue ones?"
".... Do you like blue ones, Carter?"
*Pouts* Fiddles with hem of T-shirt. "Yeah. But you don't get them. Unless you spray paint them. Do we have any spray paint?"
"You know, I'm pretty sure we do... at the Stargate. Which is... right over there. Can you see it?"
"YAY! Jonas will be there."
"Yeah, about that. How exactly did he get to see your boobs, Carter?"
"You sure are curious about my boobs, sir." *Smack!*
"Carter... would you *not* smack my ass like that?"
"But it's so fun. You can smack mine if you like!"
"You know. I'm beginning to wish I'd smoked that damn pipe."
"It was nasty tasting. Ew!"
"That'll teach you. Next time, just say no."
"It's not like I much choice." *Grumble* "Bastards stuck it in my mouth."
"Oh yeah? We'll, when we get home, I'll make sure Hammond kicks their asses."
"Thor has a really tiny ass, you know."
"......."
Colonel! Sam! We see the goats! And they have top hats and *everything*!
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"Wow! He must be on the stairclimber a *lot*."
"I like talking to my radio. It makes fun noises and it's where the music comes from!"
"I too enjoy speaking through my radio, but as you are close I feel no more need. Are the goats not entertaining?"
"They're fantastic. But you know what'd be even *more* cool?"
"Bunnies!"
"Cookies!"
"There is nothing in the universe more entertaining than dancing goats."
"Oh for crying... you know what? Yes, there is, and it's the look on Hammond's face when Jonas comes through that gate without pants on. Teal'c, dial us home."
"Yay!"
"Can I hit the big red button? I *like* hitting the big red button..."
"We know that, Carter. Wave goodbye to the goats."
"There are no- ooo! Wow, does that goat have sequence on? That's mildly disturbing."
"This entire trip is mildly disturbing. Jonas, stop eating the grass!"
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH.
"Oh, thank god."
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I am....
There are no words.