"Neo, pry Indiana Jones off Lara Croft," orders General Solo while handing me another Guinness.
"Yo, Tombraider." I give the long braid a tug. "Ready to frag some zombies?"
"How are we splitting into teams?" She wipes her mouth and returns the leather hat to Jackson, who casually covers his fly with it.
"Dunno. Military versus civilian? Shirts versus skins?"
"Chicks versus sticks." Seven of Nine, who'd been explaining light sabre physics to Mace Windu, hands Vala a Wii wand.
So me, Teal'c, Vala and Sam play "House of the Dead: Overkill" while Jackson and O'Neill watch and get drunker.