When John has some free time to kill, he likes nothing better than to ruffle Rodney's feathers. His favorite past times include sending Rodney simpering virtual cards and singing horribly over the comm while Rodney's in a meeting and can't track him down to break his legs. He only feels like he's accomplished something when Rodney starts to send him disturbingly violent IMs.
I WILL KILL YOU WITH FORKS! one says. Another adds, HELL WILL SEEM KIND WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU! Yet another describes in vivid detail all the possible places Rodney could hide a body.
It gives John a warm glowy feeling in his stomach.
No, really, Sheppard, cut it out. This is important.
Rodney is such a liar.
John taps his comm twice, clears his throat, waits just long enough that Rodney's IM window pops up again with frantic WHAT ARE YOU DOINGs and DON'T YOU DAREs, and starts crooning very earnestly, "I said what what, in the butt, you wanna do it in my butt, in my butt?"
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I WILL KILL YOU WITH FORKS! one says. Another adds, HELL WILL SEEM KIND WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU! Yet another describes in vivid detail all the possible places Rodney could hide a body.
It gives John a warm glowy feeling in his stomach.
No, really, Sheppard, cut it out. This is important.
Rodney is such a liar.
John taps his comm twice, clears his throat, waits just long enough that Rodney's IM window pops up again with frantic WHAT ARE YOU DOINGs and DON'T YOU DAREs, and starts crooning very earnestly, "I said what what, in the butt, you wanna do it in my butt, in my butt?"