“She – she has always worried so much about my science fair project, and when she saw that mine was going to be a volcano,” Miko blubbers unhappily, “she said I was w-wasting my youth, my brilliance, and took my body.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Ronon says.
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“I didn’t really sing Macho Man, did I?” Rodney asks fearfully. “I – of course I don’t even know the lyrics to the song, so I couldn’t have possibly sung it. You must have misheard. You were – you were overcome with worry for me and didn’t recognize the tune.”
Teyla looks as though she’s very bravely stifling a smile. “I am sorry, Rodney, but it would have been hard to mishear you. You were very…enthused, I believe is the word.”
Ronon snorts.
“Aw, Rodney,” John pouts mockingly, slinging an arm over Rodney’s shoulders and pulling him close, “you never sing for me. Don’t you love me?”
“No,” Rodney says firmly, although he doesn’t shrug John’s arm off. “No, I do not love you, because I hate you all. I was the magical equivalent of drugged out of my mind!” He crosses his arms over his chest. “You can’t possibly hold this against me. It wasn’t really me.”
John shifts through his hoodie pockets and comes up with his Rodney-approved cell phone. “You wanna bet?” he says, and presses a button.
“It’s fun to stay at the YMCA, it’s fun to stay at the YYYMMMCAAA-AAY –“
Rodney lunges at John with murder in his eyes, but John’s already passed the phone off to Teyla, who very calmly climbs to her feet and makes a run for the library doors.
“They’ve got EV-ER-EE thing for a MAN TO ENJOY –“
When Teyla goes down, one hundred and fifty plus pounds of desperate Slayer knocking her to the floor, Ronon sweeps by and takes the phone, and the chase is on again. Thankfully, the halls are deserted this far after dark, so no one hears Rodney McKay’s screech of denial when Ronon climbs the stairwell like a very limber monkey and gets away.
“I can hang out with alllll my booyysss – that’s you John! – YYYYMMCAAA, it’s fun to stay at the YMCA-AY –“
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“She – she has always worried so much about my science fair project, and when she saw that mine was going to be a volcano,” Miko blubbers unhappily, “she said I was w-wasting my youth, my brilliance, and took my body.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Ronon says.
-
“I didn’t really sing Macho Man, did I?” Rodney asks fearfully. “I – of course I don’t even know the lyrics to the song, so I couldn’t have possibly sung it. You must have misheard. You were – you were overcome with worry for me and didn’t recognize the tune.”
Teyla looks as though she’s very bravely stifling a smile. “I am sorry, Rodney, but it would have been hard to mishear you. You were very…enthused, I believe is the word.”
Ronon snorts.
“Aw, Rodney,” John pouts mockingly, slinging an arm over Rodney’s shoulders and pulling him close, “you never sing for me. Don’t you love me?”
“No,” Rodney says firmly, although he doesn’t shrug John’s arm off. “No, I do not love you, because I hate you all. I was the magical equivalent of drugged out of my mind!” He crosses his arms over his chest. “You can’t possibly hold this against me. It wasn’t really me.”
John shifts through his hoodie pockets and comes up with his Rodney-approved cell phone. “You wanna bet?” he says, and presses a button.
“It’s fun to stay at the YMCA, it’s fun to stay at the YYYMMMCAAA-AAY –“
Rodney lunges at John with murder in his eyes, but John’s already passed the phone off to Teyla, who very calmly climbs to her feet and makes a run for the library doors.
“They’ve got EV-ER-EE thing for a MAN TO ENJOY –“
When Teyla goes down, one hundred and fifty plus pounds of desperate Slayer knocking her to the floor, Ronon sweeps by and takes the phone, and the chase is on again. Thankfully, the halls are deserted this far after dark, so no one hears Rodney McKay’s screech of denial when Ronon climbs the stairwell like a very limber monkey and gets away.
“I can hang out with alllll my booyysss – that’s you John! – YYYYMMCAAA, it’s fun to stay at the YMCA-AY –“