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So today's S9 spoiler pic inspired teeny-tiny little parody fic. Very wee. Tiny! Really!
Daniel stroked his manly beard as he gave the new guy the once-over. Visually, for now. There was something oddly familiar about him, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Especially now that he had the beard and all. "So..."
"So?"
Daniel kept stroking. The beard. "What's your name again?"
"Um..." The new guy looked puzzled. "Cameron?"
"First or last?"
"Not really sure. Look, they just told me to stand here in this tight tank top."
"They?" Daniel stroked again, glad for his own tight, black top. Never let it be said that Daniel Jackson could be out tank-topped.
"Some guys back over there. Listen, do you know what we're supposed to be doing?"
"Flexing."
"Um, okay. If you're sure."
Cameron flexed.
Daniel flexed.
And the sound of sighing women filled the air.
"I think I could get used to this."
Daniel began alternating flexing and stroking the fuzz. On his face. "It's pretty sweet."
The sighing continued until suddenly a lone voice rose above the sighing. And then other voices followed.
Daniel blanched.
Cameron cocked his head to the side. "What does...'mini!Cameron' mean?"
"It means, RUN."
Daniel stroked his manly beard as he gave the new guy the once-over. Visually, for now. There was something oddly familiar about him, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Especially now that he had the beard and all. "So..."
"So?"
Daniel kept stroking. The beard. "What's your name again?"
"Um..." The new guy looked puzzled. "Cameron?"
"First or last?"
"Not really sure. Look, they just told me to stand here in this tight tank top."
"They?" Daniel stroked again, glad for his own tight, black top. Never let it be said that Daniel Jackson could be out tank-topped.
"Some guys back over there. Listen, do you know what we're supposed to be doing?"
"Flexing."
"Um, okay. If you're sure."
Cameron flexed.
Daniel flexed.
And the sound of sighing women filled the air.
"I think I could get used to this."
Daniel began alternating flexing and stroking the fuzz. On his face. "It's pretty sweet."
The sighing continued until suddenly a lone voice rose above the sighing. And then other voices followed.
Daniel blanched.
Cameron cocked his head to the side. "What does...'mini!Cameron' mean?"
"It means, RUN."
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*giggles*
*has trouble breathing, she's laughing so much*
*dead.*
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*wipes hand across mouth*
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And then there will be much rejoying.