Author's notes: This is sort of a follow up to Art. Yarrharr suggested I do something with a room that plays terrible music, and so here it is. I put in the initials of the characters this time so that no one is confused about who's talking. Just imagine you're hearing this conversation over a radio.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. In fact, I don't own much of anything.
RM: What the hell…? Colonel! What did you touch now?
JS: I didn't do it, I swear!
TE: I do not believe this….sound …was caused by anything we did, Doctor.
RD: Can't you shut it off? It's annoying me.
JS: I think it's coming from that device over there.
RM: And you would know this how? Leave the technology to the scientists please.
RD: Is that supposed to be….music?
JS: Hey, I think he's right. It does sound kind of like music.
RM: Oh, great here we go again. Is this going to be like it was with that statue? 'Cause that was not art and this is most definitely not music. This is like a thousand nails on a chalkboard with a hint of dying cow thrown in there for good measure.
JS: Maybe the Ancients had different tastes than us. And how do you even know what a dying cow sounds like?
RM: Oh, please-
TE: Colonel! Doctor! Can we please just find a way to turn it off? It is most unpleasant.
RD: I say we shoot it.
RM: NO! We are not going to SHOOT IT! What is it with you people and shooting things?
TE: Maybe we should just leave and return when we are more prepared.
JS: Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Come on, let's go.
RM: But, we cant' just leave it….
RD: You heard him, McKay. Get in the transporter.
RM: Fine.
JS: Rodney?
RM:….Yes?
JS: Is that…is that elevator music?
RM: mumble…mumble, it's transporter music.
JS: And why is the transporter playing adult contemporary classics?
RM: I thought it would make, you know, a friendlier atmosphere.
JS: ….Whatever, Rodney.