V is for V_la
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"You don't have to act like it's so funny."
"But it is! I mean – of all people – you got robbed?"
"Not robbed! Robbery is, you know, I'm armed, stick 'em up and hand over the pretties. If he'd tried that, I'd have handed him his head on a stick."
"On a platter."
"That too."
"I didn't know the terminology was so specific."
"Well, you all have lots of really specific terms for things you do. I do too. You should be able to understand that."
"So you weren't exactly robbed."
"No. I had my pocket picked."
"And now we have to go back to the Stargate, dial home, and admit to them that we need a new GDO because you let some low-life steal ours, and we can't exactly go back home without one."
"What did he look like?"
"Oh, you know. Not much. Not very tall, not very short, not dressed fancy. But he had the prettiest brown eyes and a really sexy accent. And he couldn't hold his booze. Well, I thought he couldn't. Maybe he was holding it better than I thought."
"Wait, you were drinking with him?"
"Well, yes. We started talking shop. That's how I knew he was a thief. He told me."
"He what?"
"He did! He said 'Other people's property just comes naturally to me.' I liked that. I think I'll use it someday."
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