1I can't write my other fic fast enough, so I'm arguementing that one with this one.

Wow, that made absolutely no sense. Moving on, enjoy!

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I, Larissa E. McKay, being sound of body if not entirely sound of mind, do hereby bequeath...

Damn, wrong document. Now that I mention it, I probably should get around to writing that will at some point...

Right, let's try this again. My name is Larissa, and in the thirty-seven years I've lived in this galaxy, and the two I didn't I've done some pretty strange things. I've ridden my bike off the stairs in the control room and almost into an incoming wormhole. I've convinced several of my friends that dressing up as Wraith and performing Swan Lake in the mess hall was a good idea. I've gotten my parents dead-ass drunk, purposely, on fermented root beer. I've told Ma'at exactly, in great detail, what I think he should do with a stuffed turkey, tala-taka beans, and the DHD on his lovely little planet. I've also helped instigate a Wraith Civil War, jumped off the top of the control tower without the personal shield, lead children in guerilla warfare, blew up a planet, and slapped an apparently omnipotent being across the face, but everyone has done those things at some point or another.

The point I'm trying to make is that while I was being there, doing that, and searching through the bargain rack for the T-shirt, I've picked up on a few things. Things that never, ever change, no matter how screwed up the universe becomes. The Laws of the Universe, if you will. And so when I do eventually die, as I hope happens sometime in the future, I want other people to be able to take advantage of them. So, without further ado, may present to you, ladies and gentlemen, universal constants!

CONFUSED? DON'T WORRY, IT'LL CLEAR UP...EVENTUALLY

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