Found another commercial. It screamed sequal to 'Or Hockey', so I obeyed it. But this time Rodney's just listening, and it's only him. It's only short because It's better that way.
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Rodney sat in the mess hall, eating the food that barely passed as edible. There was very few people there at the moment and he was enjoying the quiet. Then a few of the newer marines, even newer than the ones he had beaten up a few weeks prior, walked in.
They sat down nearby, close enough that he could hear what they were talking about. He had his back to them, and was just about to start ignoring them when he heard what they were talking about. He almost burst out laughing, but managed not to.
"Yeah, he said a couple of Canadians beat him up."
"Yeah right." a second said.
"Canadians wouldn't do that. They're polite." a third said.
"Polite?" first laughed.
"Canadians are humble." second said. A few other people that had been on Atlantis long enough to know who Rodney was and where he was from were now listening in. They were barely keeping from laughing as they looked from the group to Rodney and back before turning back to their own food.
"They're reserved." Third added.
"Canadians are passive." Second agreed. Rodney wasn't able to eat. He was forced to put his fork down as he went into fits of silent laughter.
"I don't think so." First said. Rodney got up to leave. He had work to do that he could no longer ignore. He had to pass by the table the three were sitting at, and he couldn't pass up the chance. He could feel the eyes of everybody else in the mess hall following him hopefully. They knew he was going to do something, they just didn't know what.
Rodney paused at the end of their table, forcing them to look up at him. One set of eyes went to his shoulder, widening at the Canadian flag patch on his arm. The other two quickly followed suit. Rodney looked at their shoulders. Americans, he should have known.
"You guy's ever actually been to Canada?" Rodney asked off-handedly. All shook their heads.
"Ever had a Canadian or European beer?" More shaking heads. Rodney grinned, he was going to have fun. "Greeaat. You fella's feel like having a little contest?" A few apprehensive looks but nodding heads were seen.
"Sure." One said.
"I bet you that I can drink more Canadian beer than all three of you combined. Wide grins were seen on their faces. Rodney glanced at a table not far off. A few scientists were sitting at it, but two quickly ran off to get the aforementioned beverage. They had seen Rodney drinking before, this was going to be fun to watch.
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One of the marines went down with two glasses. The second went down with three. The third surprised all and drank five. Rodney was stubborn and drank one number more than the three and drank eleven, impressing everybody. He helped get the three to Carson, who sighed before forcing the three marines plus Rodney onto beds.
"I 'ave work t'do, Carson. Need go lab." Rodney muttered before falling unconscious.
"You have to stop beating up the American's, Rodney. We're going to run out soon, and then the rest of us won't have any fun." Carson sighed, resigning himself to a very cranky Rodney once the physicist awoke.