:Disclaimer: I could own Stargate, yah never know. So sue me.
:Notes: I have this fear of Steve Irwin, so this, naturally, came out. Not quite sure what I'll do with next chapters...
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Close-up of scary, blonde Australian.
"Welcome tao tha Crocodile hun'er once more! I'm Steve Urrween, an' todah I've go' som'in MUCH bett'r than before..." The scary, blonde Australian all but yelled into the camera, causing the poor cameraman to wince.
The cameraman closes up on a book being written in, writing blurred. "Todah.. we've go' an incredib'y raahr speesheez. Theyreh smart, and witty, and tend tae wear glasses and sneeze a lawt." Cameraman (Lets call him JoeBob) zooms out, revealing a man in his 30's with medium length of brown hair and glasses looking pissed, pouring over books, and trying to ignore the alleged blonde Australian hovering him.
"Thees is an rchaeologist/Linguist/Anthropologist/Whatever. Now, observe what happens when ah deprive it of it's life-foorce... cawffeen." Steve snatched the archaeologist/linguist/anthropologist/whatever's coffee slowly.
The brown-haired creature peered the spot where his coffee was just moments before. He snarled,
glaring. Muttering something in a language seemingly Latin, he advanced on the culprit, baring his teeth. "Coffee..." he murmured. "Must... have... coffee..." Attempting to snatch his coffee back, he lashed out at the coffee-stealing freak.
"CROIKEY! See wha happans? It's voile! If we continyew like this, he could very wel' mess up mah makeup!" realizing what he'd just said, the blonde screeched a screech that even Screech himself would be proud of, running off screen.
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Daniel shot up in bed, forgetting his dream completely, but having a sudden craving for coffee. Slowly, he got up and headed for the kitchen, grabbing his glasses off the bedside table in the process. "Crikey." he muttered.
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:AN: Is snatching something slowly even possible?! I know it was a little short, but it's almost time for wee me to sleep, so. 'Night! Please R&R! :)
:Notes: I have this fear of Steve Irwin, so this, naturally, came out. Not quite sure what I'll do with next chapters...
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Close-up of scary, blonde Australian.
"Welcome tao tha Crocodile hun'er once more! I'm Steve Urrween, an' todah I've go' som'in MUCH bett'r than before..." The scary, blonde Australian all but yelled into the camera, causing the poor cameraman to wince.
The cameraman closes up on a book being written in, writing blurred. "Todah.. we've go' an incredib'y raahr speesheez. Theyreh smart, and witty, and tend tae wear glasses and sneeze a lawt." Cameraman (Lets call him JoeBob) zooms out, revealing a man in his 30's with medium length of brown hair and glasses looking pissed, pouring over books, and trying to ignore the alleged blonde Australian hovering him.
"Thees is an rchaeologist/Linguist/Anthropologist/Whatever. Now, observe what happens when ah deprive it of it's life-foorce... cawffeen." Steve snatched the archaeologist/linguist/anthropologist/whatever's coffee slowly.
The brown-haired creature peered the spot where his coffee was just moments before. He snarled,
glaring. Muttering something in a language seemingly Latin, he advanced on the culprit, baring his teeth. "Coffee..." he murmured. "Must... have... coffee..." Attempting to snatch his coffee back, he lashed out at the coffee-stealing freak.
"CROIKEY! See wha happans? It's voile! If we continyew like this, he could very wel' mess up mah makeup!" realizing what he'd just said, the blonde screeched a screech that even Screech himself would be proud of, running off screen.
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Daniel shot up in bed, forgetting his dream completely, but having a sudden craving for coffee. Slowly, he got up and headed for the kitchen, grabbing his glasses off the bedside table in the process. "Crikey." he muttered.
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:AN: Is snatching something slowly even possible?! I know it was a little short, but it's almost time for wee me to sleep, so. 'Night! Please R&R! :)