A/N: Hey, look, another one-shot. You're all so surprised. BiteMeTechie's "100 starting lines" from the WPBA forum. Again. Line #019, "Don't look down on me..."

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"Don't look down on me, Sheppard."

"It's hard not to, Rodney, I'm a foot taller than you."

"Well, uh, don't you, uh, I mean, you know what I mean!"

"Sure I do. Here, want me to sit down? That make you feel taller?"'

"You . . . insufferable . . . flyboy!"

"And proud of it. Lesse, if I'm a flyboy, then you're a . . . geek!"

"Well then you're a brainless imbecile!"

"Well then you're a smarty-pants!"

"Well then you're a . . . twit!"

"Well then you're an upperclass twit!"

"Well then you're a . . . wait, I said twit, you can't use it again!"

"Sure I can, I embellished it."

"You added an adjective!"

"That's embellishing. But if you'd prefer, you're a bovaristic, mephitic, yirning anathema."

"WHAT"

"You're conceited, you stink, you whine, and I don't like you."

"You . . . you . . . you . . . DOCTOR WEIR!"

"Oh great, run to mommy. Okay then, add 'galactophage' and 'hinny' to the list."

"What. Do. Those. Mean. Please."

"You're a milksop and your parents were a donkey and a pig."

"I'm a . . . wait! You met my mother! You said she was nice!"

"Oh yeah. Hmm. Okay then how 'bout bathybious?"

". . ."

"It's a type of mud."

"Oh. Well, in that case,"

"Well you don't hafta get huffy about it!"

"Don't have to get huffy about it! You've just spent the last five minutes insulting me!"

"Oh. I thought we were playing the idiot game."

"What idiot game?"

"It's like a cap session, you take turns insulting each other, but you can't use the word 'idiot' and whoever can't come up with a new insult becomes The Idiot."

"Oh."

"So, Idiot, how's the weather down there?"

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A/N: Woot woot, a page and a half of just dialogue! I may have to treat myself to dinner for that one. Anyway the idiot game is one my father and I made up. We've compiled a list of over three hundred insults, each one something that we've used to describe each other at some point. I thought it'd be a good game for John and Rodney to play sometime.