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"Okay, so, maybe it was the covenant." Vaughn thought. "Or maybe, just maybe, it really was aliens. I mean, Syd wouldn't let herself get caught by the Covenant. Would she?"
Just then, Jack walked in, talking to himself.
"Um, Jack, you do know that you're talking to yourself, right?" Dixon asked.
"What? No I'm not!" Jack protested. "I'm talking to..." A quick look around told him that he was not talking to Sydney.
"Who are you talking to, Jack?" Dixon asked, holding back a laugh rather poorly.
"Well, I was talking to Sydney." Jack replied. "But she must have gone off somewhere."
"Jack, Sydney's not here. She went missing this morning." Vaughn told him.
"I know! She was taken by the Covenant! I'm telling you, though; she was here with me a couple of minutes ago, before... well, before I got here, apparently." Jack protested.
"Riiiight" Weiss said. He had come to the conclusion he was working with a bunch of nutcases.
Marshall ran in just then, waving a piece of paper in his right hand.
"I've got it! Vaughn was right! Syd WAS abducted!" He exclaimed.
Vaughn stuck his tongue out at Weiss.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked, not believing what Marshall was saying.
"I mean," Marshall paused for dramatic effect, "That based up some really advanced science and really high tech technology, Sydney was abducted by an alien race."
"What? How is that possible?" Weiss asked.
"Well, there's a thingy and a whatzamadoozle and they combine with the joysticklethang to create some really freaky lines on a line machine thingy and then you get the results that say there was an extra amount of funny symbols in the air at the time of Sydney's disappearance." Marshall explained.
"So that means that she was abducted?" Dixon asked in disbelief.
"Yes!" Marshall exclaimed.
Upon hearing this, Vaughn began to do some weird version of a disco, the YMCA, the chicken dance, and a cabbage patch.
"So... how do we get her back?" Weiss asked, diverting his attention away from Vaughn's obscure victory party.
"We... don't." Marshall replied, his face falling. "Because, a few of those thingamawhatizts say that there's this magical barrier around her, so that you have to have some special key to get her out."
"Well, where's the key?" Dixon asked.
"Moscow." Marshall replied.
"Okay, so, maybe it was the covenant." Vaughn thought. "Or maybe, just maybe, it really was aliens. I mean, Syd wouldn't let herself get caught by the Covenant. Would she?"
Just then, Jack walked in, talking to himself.
"Um, Jack, you do know that you're talking to yourself, right?" Dixon asked.
"What? No I'm not!" Jack protested. "I'm talking to..." A quick look around told him that he was not talking to Sydney.
"Who are you talking to, Jack?" Dixon asked, holding back a laugh rather poorly.
"Well, I was talking to Sydney." Jack replied. "But she must have gone off somewhere."
"Jack, Sydney's not here. She went missing this morning." Vaughn told him.
"I know! She was taken by the Covenant! I'm telling you, though; she was here with me a couple of minutes ago, before... well, before I got here, apparently." Jack protested.
"Riiiight" Weiss said. He had come to the conclusion he was working with a bunch of nutcases.
Marshall ran in just then, waving a piece of paper in his right hand.
"I've got it! Vaughn was right! Syd WAS abducted!" He exclaimed.
Vaughn stuck his tongue out at Weiss.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked, not believing what Marshall was saying.
"I mean," Marshall paused for dramatic effect, "That based up some really advanced science and really high tech technology, Sydney was abducted by an alien race."
"What? How is that possible?" Weiss asked.
"Well, there's a thingy and a whatzamadoozle and they combine with the joysticklethang to create some really freaky lines on a line machine thingy and then you get the results that say there was an extra amount of funny symbols in the air at the time of Sydney's disappearance." Marshall explained.
"So that means that she was abducted?" Dixon asked in disbelief.
"Yes!" Marshall exclaimed.
Upon hearing this, Vaughn began to do some weird version of a disco, the YMCA, the chicken dance, and a cabbage patch.
"So... how do we get her back?" Weiss asked, diverting his attention away from Vaughn's obscure victory party.
"We... don't." Marshall replied, his face falling. "Because, a few of those thingamawhatizts say that there's this magical barrier around her, so that you have to have some special key to get her out."
"Well, where's the key?" Dixon asked.
"Moscow." Marshall replied.