"Colonel, what the hell is going on here……..MAJOR?"
OK, this is a court martialable offence. I'm gonna whoop their asses.
*Come on George, calm down, it's not like it's a shock.*
What?
*Oh come on they've been even more obvious than Jackson is with Fraiser. They want to be more like Fraiser and Teal'c, that was way outta left field.*
That's beside the point, two of my best officers were getting jiggy in a closet and then they tried to bribe an SF to let it go.
*Is that what you really saw George?*
"Ugh, sir, the Major and I were checking supplies in this here store cupboard when it…ugh…the door closed on us. We got locked in until this fine young Airman here came along….I was just giving him a…..little extra reward for his diligence."
*See, perfectly reasonable explanation.*
That is the biggest pile of bull I have ever heard.
*But you gotta give him credit for coming up with it.*
No I don't, but, if he can talk his way out of this one I'll let it go.
"And, what exactly happened to your uniforms, Colonel?"
*You are really mean.*
I know.
"Well sir, it was…ugh…it was dark and I……tripped and as I fell I ugh….reached out and I just happened to come across Carter's Tee and well you know instinct and stuff I just pulled it and that's how it got that rip right there."
"Uhuh."
*Give the boy credit George.*
I swear to got somebody in his family must have kissed the stone and passed it down to him.
*Let it go George, you said you would.*
Fine.
"Colonel, Major, in future be careful where you 'check your store cupboards', understood?"
