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Okay,
we could elaborate on this... but we won't. You get the idea. Hey, we never
claimed to be strictly PG-13 around here! |
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Have
Mercy, O'Neill! Stuck in one of Anubis' bases with no bubble bath for 3
whole days! Debrief him quickly, then let him have a nice, hot soak. |
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Hmmmm.
If Daniel's having a persnickety moment, try to get this luscious loaf of
Goa'uld to strip down for us! He's tantalizingly close as it is. |
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That's
right, kids. Daniel's going to scare away the ugly bugs with his big, impressive
gun. The other one. |
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Teal'c
says they're serving Creamed Linguist on Toast for lunch. You wanna rethink
those other plans?? Yeah, uh-huh. That's what I thought. |
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That's
right, Dr. Jackson. Give her the smoldering expression, then slowly drag
the jacket off your shoulder. You'll have the little diplomat eating right
out of your hand... or off of your delectible tummy. Either will get it
done. |
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