Night fell upon the city, its inhabitants unaware of the event that was about to happen.
Colonel John Sheppard crept quietly down to the mess hall, a bag of huge golf balls slung across his back. A small chuckle escaped as he gleefully considered his plan to rid the city of all jello.
By this time, Sheppard had reached the mess hall. Military training took over as he crept through the silent room. Quiet was the very essence of his being. Caution was of the utmost importance now in the final stages of the plan.
Five minutes later, he was in the supplies room. Quickly, John found the jello boxes. Gleefully, he opened a box, pouring the contents into a hollow golf ball. A bit later, the task was completed. The jello would bother him no more! Mwahaha! He adjourned for the night.
The next morning, John Sheppard awoke a new man. No more blue jello, yay!! He was free from it!The relieved colonel walked into the commissary for breakfast. He approached the table Ronon was sitting at. He stopped, then stared in horror at the food in his friend's bowl.
Ronon looked up. "Hey," he said casually. All of a sudden he noticed Sheppard's expression of horror. "Sheppard, what's wrong?"
John finally managed to say, "Where did you get that jello?"
"Oh, this?" Ronon asked, gesturing towards his bowl. "I have my own private stash. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, just fine," the colonel said, dazed. He walked out, forgetting all about breakfast. No! It was mocking him, taunting him, telling him it couldn't be beat. He had been so close! Noooo!A new determination suddenly flowed through him. He, Colonel John Sheppard of the U.S. Air Force, would defeat his enemy. He would not rest until it was obliterated!