"Jack, do you think I'm putty in your hands?"
What?
"O'Neill, keep the car moving."
Ooops.
*Way to go genius.*
Well, sorry but that was a bit of a surprise.
*I guess, perhaps, say something to her.*
"Ummm…….no."
*Good call.*
Thank you.
"Aww."
What's she doing? That hurts.
*Concentrate on the road.*
Kinda hard with Sam strangling me.
"Teal'c, some help please?"
Ok, I meant with Sam, not the driving.
*Try stopping the car, before some nice lamp post does it for you.*
"Major Carter, please refrain from strangling Colonel O'Neill."
Yeah, that's working T.
"Enough. Sort this out between yourselves later. Daniel Jackson is speeding off with MY women in the back of your car! Move this car right NOW!"
Jesus! Where in God's name did THAT come from.
*He has a point with the whole thing, I mean if that was Sam and she was pregnant.*
Sam's pregnant?
*I said IF.*
"O'Neill will you start the friekin' car!!!"
Man, this is too creepy.
*Tell me about it. Where did he learn to talk like that?*
It must be the doc's influence. I've certainly never spoke like that around him.
*Oh, of course not.*
Hey.
*Just start the car.*
Right.
*K, maybe speed it up a little.*
Hey look, the cars serving.
*And now it's stopped.*
Well, that was easy.
*It could have something to do with the fact that she's strangling him.*
You know, it's frightening how alike her and Sam are.
*You're tellin me.*
Hey where they going?
*Hmm, perhaps to stop her killing Daniel.*
Right.
"Hey Janet, will you watch the leather, that's a bitch to get repaired."
