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skoosiepants“You’re lost, aren’t you?”
Sheppard grunted.
“You have absolutely no clue where we are.”
“Shut up, Rodney,” he growled, stomping through the undergrowth, letting a lean branch whip back to hit Rodney in the head.
“No, really,” Rodney went on, ducking, “I find it amazing that you live in this forest, and yet have all the directional sense of a retarded pigeon. Can’t you just whistle for Ford?”
Sheppard shot him a withering glare.
“I’m surprised Bates didn’t follow us, actually, just to make sure I didn’t bludgeon you from behind and leave you in a ditch somewhere.”
and also:
She thought Beckett was adorable, and pestered him constantly about his tent mate, asking inane questions that consisted mostly of, “Don’t you think he’s hot?” and “Is he courting anyone?” and “Do you think he likes me?” and seeing as how Rodney wasn’t a fourteen year old girl, he growled out, “No,” and “Who cares?” and, “You’re trying to make my brain bleed, aren’t you?”
Sheppard grunted.
“You have absolutely no clue where we are.”
“Shut up, Rodney,” he growled, stomping through the undergrowth, letting a lean branch whip back to hit Rodney in the head.
“No, really,” Rodney went on, ducking, “I find it amazing that you live in this forest, and yet have all the directional sense of a retarded pigeon. Can’t you just whistle for Ford?”
Sheppard shot him a withering glare.
“I’m surprised Bates didn’t follow us, actually, just to make sure I didn’t bludgeon you from behind and leave you in a ditch somewhere.”
She thought Beckett was adorable, and pestered him constantly about his tent mate, asking inane questions that consisted mostly of, “Don’t you think he’s hot?” and “Is he courting anyone?” and “Do you think he likes me?” and seeing as how Rodney wasn’t a fourteen year old girl, he growled out, “No,” and “Who cares?” and, “You’re trying to make my brain bleed, aren’t you?”
