Colonel John Sheppard was on a mission. He had to destroy all the blue jello, before it was too late! It taunted him, keeping just out of reach. Finally, he formulated a plan through which his goal could be acquired.He would sneak into the commissary, then pack all the jello he could find into hollowed-out golf balls. Then he would be able to dispose of them quietly by playing golf. Mwahahaha!
He looked around cautiously, very much aware of the eyes on him. OK, so it was probably a mistake, laughing evilly out loud. "Oh! Sorry, Teyla." Bumping into Teyla accidentally had brought him back to the task at hand.
"Are you all right, Colonel Sheppard?" the Athosian asked, concerned. "You seem somewhat preoccupied."
"Nah, I'm okay, Teyla. I just haven't been sleeping well lately. I think it's getting to be that time of year," he added.
"What time of year, Col. Sheppard?" Teyla asked, somewhat confused. The dark-haired man tried to explain.
"Well, sometimes I get all nervous and anxious and I can't sleep well. I don't know why it happens. Sometimes it makes me zone out. My doctor says that it might have something to do with the seasons and my neural synapses."
Teyla nodded, looking like she got it, which she didn't. John had to give her credit, though. She was pretty good at faking.Again, he withdrew inside, perfecting his plot. Heh heh, soon the jello would be gone, and he could live in peace once again! Mwahahahaha!
He was bombarded with more odd looks, as he had laughed out loud evilly, again. Sheppard quickly made his way to his quarters, intent on perfecting his plan where he wouldn't be disturbed, or disturb others. Oh, yes, this would indeed be the downfall for jello! The somewhat obsessed colonel chuckled evilly, but not out loud. Soon, his time would come!