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"I wonder if trying to touch this will be problematic now that I'm just energy?" Daniel thought aloud as he looked down at Jonas' coffee cup. "I mean it would be nice to have a cup of coffee, I miss it."
Carefully Daniel floated over to the cup. He stuck out a 'finger' and tried to touch the liquid, but his 'finger' passed through it. Jonas picked up the cup; only to spit out what he had just drank.
"Yuck!" he exclaimed.
"Jonas?" Jack asked from the doorway. "What?" He looked down at the coffee splattered all over the floor. "Don't like coffee?"
"I do!" Jonas replied. Daniel chortled with laughter. He really hadn't meant to turn it into motor oil, really. "It just…tasted like…I have no idea."
"Give me that." O'Neill swiped the cup from Jonas' hands. He took a huge gulp and promptly spit it out. "Crap!" he grabbed a wad of tissues from the tissue box and wiped his mouth. "It tasted like motor oil! Who the hell made that crap?"
Daniel was holding his 'stomach' laughing his ascended ass off. "Never should have raided my coffee stash guys!"
AN: Yes, I know another opening sentance challenge answer, but hey, they're funny! This is another awful atempt at humor, please drop me a note!