"I wonder how, I wonder why, yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky. And all that I can see, is just a Rodney in the tree," John Sheppard sang happily. He tucked a blade of grass in the corner of his mouth and started chewing on it. A searching look to the sky revealed that nothing had changed. Above him, concealed in the highest branches of the tree, Rodney McKay was crouching, playing possum.
John heard a nagging voice calling down from the branches. "Natch! Go ahead, make fun of me. However, one thing is very clear. I won't come down until you have that terrible monster removed or destroyed!"
"Rodney, if I destroy the…" John raised both hands to paint imaginary quotation marks in the air with two fingers, "…monster, it would only be more dangerous for you. As it is now, safe and intact, I doubt it could do any harm."
John examined the yellowish citrus fruit in his left hand with a smirk. Not that he had any personal objections when it came to a little joke on Rodney, but the tree situation had already lasted for over thirty minutes. It was high time for them to go back to the Stargate.
"Rodney, do you know that I can do magic? I only have to say one word and you'll fly down here in a hurry."
"Ha!" sounded from the top of the tree. "As if there were something you could do to force me."
"If I were you, I wouldn't be so certain about that!" John called up.
"Okay, give it a shot. What on earth could you come up with to cause me to climb down this tree and expose myself to the danger of anaphylactic shock?" asked Rodney with a sarcastic voice.
"How about the fact that you're sitting in the very same lemon tree from which the lemon fell?"
Abracadabra.
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