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This is all Julie's fault.
It always seems like a good idea at two o'clock in the morning! Really! Just. We were talking about Rodney's ass, and then we were talking about how, damn, baby's got back!, and then. Well. John got brought into it somehow. I'm so sorry. No, that's a lie, I'm totally not. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Baby got back!
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And uh, double-up, uh, uh
Baby got back!
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And uh, double-up, uh, uh

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*CACKLES*
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i love you omg
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seriously you do that to me way to much *glares*
also.... LMAO thats freaking awesome, really well done.
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OH GOD THAT MANIP OH OH OH GOD.
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John bit his lower lip and leaned his elbows on Elizabeth's desk calmly. "No way in hell," he said.
"This isn't negotiable, John," Elizabeth answered without a shred of remorse. She had a look on her face that was frighteningly familiar and resolute: she is not budging on this, John Sheppard, and nothing you say will change her mind.
"Elizabeth. Think about what you're saying," John tried, desperately putting all his charm behind it, "think about what you're asking me to do. You can't expect me to -"
Elizabeth cut him off with a firm slash of her hand through the air, looking grim. "I've already made my decision. This is the most effective, least dangerous way to go about this case, and you know it." She sat back in her chair, folding her hands together over her stomach. "Ronon will help you with your disguise."
"What - "
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"Do you have anything uglier?" Ronon asked the manager.
"Oh my god," John said, glancing down at himself in despair. He already had four or five disgusting yellow chains around his neck, a few rings that were apparently not ugly enough - though, Jesus, they were really fucking ugly already - and, for some unnameable reason, two watches around his left wrist.
"That's a really ugly hat," Ronon said approvingly, taking the white, disfigured hat off the manikin and plunking it down sideways on John's head. "Perfect."
John managed a weak thumbs up.
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YOU HAVE KILLED ME DED.
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I think you win for the week. : )
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How about Lorne as a world famous painter though? That is an AU I would totally adore. John can sell his paintings and Rodney can be the rich guy buying them. And then they have hot sex and smear paint all over each other. The end! \o/
HAI BABY!
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<3
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/grin
Ronon wins at his job. And just where shall Rodney come into this? Or Teyla? So many possibiities of evil :D
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Yes.
Rodney, though, I'm not sure about yet. Hmmm.
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by that i mean "you should probably lay off the crack but then again, you never should." i'm so terrified of you right now. but in a good way.
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