Greater Than Seven
Disclaimer—Copyrights belong to MGM, etc. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
Summary—There may be only seven that you go to Confession for, but there are so many more that are Confession-worthy. Drabbles on Sins: Eight and Up.
Rated T for some language.
Humor.
Involves the whole Stargate family.
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Sin No. 8: Apathy
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They'd been chased today.
Nothing new there.
They'd been chased by a couple of angry flowers.
That was new.
"Glyphosate" was the supposed solution.
"What the hell is that?!"
She'd repeated, "Roundup, sir!" several times to get above Daniel's sneezing.
There was no possible way the day could get worse.
Or so he thought as he walked into the bar.
"Gimme a Guinness," he ordered, and was disappointed.
"Gimme a Killian's instead, then," and was, again, disappointed.
"Gimme anything you do have! I don't care!"
And there sat a Bud Light.
"Aw hell."
He'd take the damn flowers any day.