A/N: Only a semi-drabble. 125 words. DAMMIT.
A/N2: You guessed it, inspired by BiteMeTechie's "100 starting lines" on the WPBA forum, Line #113: "I can't breathe!"
A/N3: Techie is a goddess. So is Reefgirl. Go, be free, be free to go forth and read their writings! You have my blessings!
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"I can't breathe!"
"Oh get over yourself McKay."
"I'm serious! I can't breathe! My throat's closing up! Oh God..."
"You barely licked it."
"Doesn't matter, if there's any amount of citrus . . . oh God I'm dying!"
"No you're not. Buck up."
"Excuse me, can you not see me choking here!"
"I see you being your normal paranoid-delusional self."
"Paranoid-delusional! Your stupid . . . food is killing me!"
"No it's not."
"Yes it is!"
"No, McKay, it's not."
"Yes, Ramsey, it is!"
"Why would it be, there's no citrus in it, this is the batch I made especially for you - without the lemon juice."
"Oh."
"Yes 'oh'."
"Well in that case . . ."
"Hm?"
"Can I have some more?"
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A/N: Alex Ramsey: not mine. Reefgirl's. Not mine. Neither is Rodney McKay, David Hewlett, or Stargate at all for that matter. Hence my hatred of life.