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Happy Birthday, Trout!

A very happy birthday and many happy returns of the day to holdouttrout producer extraordinaire of wonderful (and occasionally cracky) humorous twists and odd detours, as well as some truly lovely Sam/Jack fic. I'm still giving off occasional giggles from your Temporary Deadness series.

I wish I came bearing fic, but...ummm...

Let's just say that I hope your day was the antithesis of mine, and leave it at that.

******WARNING! PONY! BLUE CARTOON CHARACTER! SWEETNESS!******

So I send you the image of a pink and sparkle-y pony with a lilac mane, ridden by what could only be a smurfette, peering shyly but with a sweetness that is truly deadly in its syrupy optimism through the wormhole, and the twin goggle-eyed astonishment of General Hammond and Sgt. Harriman in response. Daniel is busy consulting Garden Gnomes of Europe in hopes of finding information on legends and myths matching this strange apparition. Teal'c is actually looking a bit pale. Jaffa legend tells of the world ending thus, with the Mai'lit'el pony of the Apocalypse, ridden by the blue S'mur'feh't. Sam is blushing. She hopes no one there has noticed that it is her secret childhood guilty pleasures invading the SGC. Thank goodness Mark is not there to rat on her! O'Neill is backed against the near bank of computers, gripping his stomach and his head alternately. The anti-sarcasm of that thing is killing him. "Ahhh....GODD!!!" he is heard to groan, as he slips slowly to the floor, his face in a rictus of agony. There is a flurry of white, and Janet Fraiser bursts in with the antidote, an iPad fully loaded with hours of insult comedy. She thrusts it in front of Jack's nose, as the rest of her medics pry his eyes open, and insert the earphones.

In the orbiting Beliskner, Thor shakes his head. He regretfully sends a message to his home galaxy.

"I am returning. The Milky Way Galaxy has been lost. These are indeed an enemy more fearsome than the replicators."

Edited to provide the lj form of Trout's name in a crossposted entry

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lolmac
Jul. 2nd, 2010 07:42 am (UTC)
Augh!!! *keels over*
wanderingsmith
Jul. 4th, 2010 08:12 pm (UTC)
She thrusts it in front of Jack's nose, as the rest of her medics pry his eyes open, and insert the earphones.
oh that just made me crack right up!!! LMAO
thothmes
Jul. 4th, 2010 10:12 pm (UTC)
Well, surely, no matter what the injury, no matter what the treatment, Janet's team is a well-oiled and seamlessly coordinated team! ;)
wanderingsmith
Jul. 4th, 2010 10:54 pm (UTC)
Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night
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