This piece of insanity is brought to you by a lack of sleep, a late-night (and long) train journey, and far too much time on my hands. No idea where it came from – the plot (what plot?) bunny came, attacked me, and ran off into the sunset laughing insanely. I beg forgiveness.
What do you want now, Rodney? No, I'm always this cheerful in the mornings… What do you mean, no need to be so rude? Well, I guess you just bring out the best in me. As for what I'm working on, Elizabeth wants me to make a plan to integrate the new forces the Daedalus brought with us 'old timers'.
Just how do you integrate marines, anyway? Multiply them by X to the power of N plus one, divided by N plus one? Tricky deciding what N is, and if you end up with an indivisible number it could get messy. At least she doesn't want them differentiated – I wouldn't want to erase any of them, I mean, talk about a waste of resources. Maybe she'll let me do a partial differentiation. Area under the curve… living space, maybe?
Why are you looking at me like that, Rodney? Get your hands off me - no, you don't need to check my temperatur… What do you mean, a fever? Don't make me laugh, it hurts too much. Drink? No, I haven't been drinking, the sun isn't even over the yardarm yet - not that Atlantis has a yardarm, come to think of it… Oh, water? No, I haven't been drinking any of that, either. Tastes funny.
Rodney? Don't you dare call Carson! Rodney?
Rodney!