As with all my work, standard disclaimer applies, I wish I owned it but I don't, so here we are.
10 ways to kill Pete…
"Sir no!" a shout pierced the dark.
"Im gunna do it," and with that jack poured the coffee down the sink and disappeared into the blackness. Carter was left sitting in the commissary, crying, on the hard chairs, and wondering what was to be of the future of Stargate Command.
Walter the most cunning member of the staff on base was in a daze, all the paperwork from his desk, pertaining to the commissary had disappeared. Not that he was sad to see such lovely beurocracy go missing, it was the fact that he knew that from last month's experience with the foothold situation that occurred, that interrupted the flow of goods into the mountain, namely coffee, that a caffeine deprived Jackson is quite dangerous. They never had been able to get that lovely pink gore stain off the walls of the gate room.
"Sir" a rather panicked soldier on the other end of the intercom called, "Doctor Jackson is…gaaaargh, crshhhhchhhhh we are trying to stop cshshshshshshhscrrr….. THUD"
Pete had been sitting there in an uncomfortable position for a few hours now, waiting with his scope, and his doughnuts. Fully concealed in the undergrowth, with his thermos of coffee. Even though this was sealed, a coffee hound like Jackson could smell any particular caffeine molecule in a sea of air.
Unbeknownst to Pete, as he was mauled to death by a very suspiciously bear like archaeologist, was the fact that he was being watched by Jack and his old buddy Thor, who had had a hand in this conspiracy of mighty proportions, safely onboard his "big honking space ship."
"Thor do you think that we should beam down some of your personal stash?" a now very worried general said, as he saw Jackson do a hulk impression, and start to lope towards Colorado springs, no doubt to cause more havoc.
"Whatmakesyoubeleveihaveanyleft," a squeaky voice replied. The diminutive alien was now very pale for an Agard, and his eyelids should surely not have been moving that fast.
1195278.doc10/05/07 13:03hrsRichard Austin (M)