Note: This doesn't really have anything to do with my story, but I just felt I had to bring across Teal'c and Andie's friendship.
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"Fidy."
"Fifty."
"Fidy."
".... fitty."
Andie groaned and fell back dramatically. "Teal'c! Why can't you just drop some letters?"
He gave her his usual steady gaze. "I do not understand the purpose of these exercises," he said evenly. "What does it matter that I pronounce all of my words correctly?"
"Because nobody else does!" she said, mildly irritated. "Even Gen. Hammond drops letters! I mean, yeah– he's from Texas, but looking beyond that... And then there's you, you make it so obvious you're from another planet by speaking properly."
He raised an eyebrow at that. "I do not often venture off-base alone, so I see no need for you to continue in this action."
She looked at him, slightly affronted. "I'm doing this because I know you want to know more about Earth culture. Black culture... now, that's fun. You won't learn about that without some outside help."
"I do not see how you would be useful in this venture."
She rolled her eyes. "It's quite popular for teenagers to act like they're black. I am the perfect person to help you with this."
He continued to look at her sceptically. He finally rolled his eyes slightly in the Jaffa verison of sighing in defeat. "If you insist upon this venture, I will accommodate you," he reluctantly agreed. "But you must further commit yourself in learning self-defence."
"Fine, fine, whatever. You're going to start watching 'Chappelle's Show,'" Andie informed him with a disapproving look. "But first..." She turned around and turned the stereo on. "I will teach you how to move."
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Jack walked past Teal'c quarters, fully intending to go right past, but he found himself compelled to stop when he heard 50 Cent coming from the slightly opened door.
Against his better judgement, he peeked inside.
If ever there was a question if the world was crazy, it was proved by what was happening behind not so closed doors in the Cheyenne Mountain Compound. A six foot plus former First Prime of Apophis and a barely over five foot indiscernibly raced teenage alien were dancing to a song about pimps.
As he ran away in order to rediscover his sanity, Jack couldn't help but wonder where Teal'c had learned how to be so smooth on a dance floor... and if he'd be able to pass his next psychiatric exam.
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"Fidy."
"Fifty."
"Fidy."
".... fitty."
Andie groaned and fell back dramatically. "Teal'c! Why can't you just drop some letters?"
He gave her his usual steady gaze. "I do not understand the purpose of these exercises," he said evenly. "What does it matter that I pronounce all of my words correctly?"
"Because nobody else does!" she said, mildly irritated. "Even Gen. Hammond drops letters! I mean, yeah– he's from Texas, but looking beyond that... And then there's you, you make it so obvious you're from another planet by speaking properly."
He raised an eyebrow at that. "I do not often venture off-base alone, so I see no need for you to continue in this action."
She looked at him, slightly affronted. "I'm doing this because I know you want to know more about Earth culture. Black culture... now, that's fun. You won't learn about that without some outside help."
"I do not see how you would be useful in this venture."
She rolled her eyes. "It's quite popular for teenagers to act like they're black. I am the perfect person to help you with this."
He continued to look at her sceptically. He finally rolled his eyes slightly in the Jaffa verison of sighing in defeat. "If you insist upon this venture, I will accommodate you," he reluctantly agreed. "But you must further commit yourself in learning self-defence."
"Fine, fine, whatever. You're going to start watching 'Chappelle's Show,'" Andie informed him with a disapproving look. "But first..." She turned around and turned the stereo on. "I will teach you how to move."
~~~~~~
Jack walked past Teal'c quarters, fully intending to go right past, but he found himself compelled to stop when he heard 50 Cent coming from the slightly opened door.
Against his better judgement, he peeked inside.
If ever there was a question if the world was crazy, it was proved by what was happening behind not so closed doors in the Cheyenne Mountain Compound. A six foot plus former First Prime of Apophis and a barely over five foot indiscernibly raced teenage alien were dancing to a song about pimps.
As he ran away in order to rediscover his sanity, Jack couldn't help but wonder where Teal'c had learned how to be so smooth on a dance floor... and if he'd be able to pass his next psychiatric exam.