Disclaimer: We own nothing…we're leasing our clothes from our parents. Some inspiration for this is Abbott and Costello's "Who's on First" skit, and the rest is based on an actual occurrence between us and our friend Monkey.
Author's Note: Both I (The Squirrel of Doom), and Flipper are HIM fans, for those of you who don't know what HIM is it is a totally awesome Finnish rock group.
General Jack O'Neill sauntered into Colonel Samantha Carter's office to find her poised over some naquadria-based instruments. Other than that Jack noticed she had playing some melodic and melancholy music at an un-Carterlike volume. Being bored, as majority of the SGC was off world or on leave, Jack thought he would find out what music this was, that warranted ear-bleeding levels. "I hope I don't get a lecture on what she's making as an answer to "so who is that playing.'" At that thought Jack shuddered but walked in all the same.
"HEY CARTER!!" He shouted above the din.
She looked up and immediately grabbed a remote to lower the volume. "Yes Sir?" She questioned once the previous task was accomplished.
"Whatcha ya listening to?" Jack wondered rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, like a small child.
"HIM." Carter replied.
"Who?" Jack asked looking behind him, as if she was talking about someone they knew. After discovering this was not the case he turned back to Carter and repeated himself. "Who?"
"HIM."
"Who is he?"
"HIM."
"Who?" Jack said getting flustered.
"The band."
"HIM?"
"That's correct."
He continued still not understanding her, "What? Him, Her…or it?" He muttered 'or it' inaudibly under his breath.
"Well… yeah…"
Jack was stunned the answer to such a simple question managed to confuse him more than astrophysics. He sighed. "Carter, I have NEVER met anyone who has made pronouns more irritating than nouns." He turned and left a Carter who was grinning from ear to ear.