As/N: lol, thanks for all the reviews... and do keep in mind it takes us a while to make up an act, but hang in there, next act soon! this chapt is a little short...


Intermission

"Lets say we get some snacks before they're all gone, shall we?" Sheppard suggested.

"Good idea," Ford and Weir replied in unison.

"Yes, I'm about to collapse from low blood sugar," McKay assented.

They walked into the mess hall. A very pissed-off Sergeant Bates was standing behind the refreshments table.

"Put you on snack duty, did they, Bates?" Sheppard teased.

"Yes, sir," Bates replied with a small snarl.

"Haha," Ford jeered. Bates glared sourly at him.

McKay began perusing the drinks.

"Lemon Coke, Lime Coke, Sprite, Mike's Hard Lemonade, lemonade, orange juice, and Corona with a slice of lemon!" McKay glared up at Bates. "Are you trying to kill me?" he shrieked.

"Sorry. This is all we brought from Earth. We had 7-Up and Mountain Dew, but we sold out," Bates replied, failing miserably to hide his grin. Suddenly, snack duty wasn't so bad.

Grumbling, Rodney walked over the snack table. His eyes widened. "WHAT? You only have yellow Starbursts and yellow Skittles?"

Bates was now biting back hysterical laughter, as was Sheppard. "Yeah. No one likes the lemon-flavored ones."

"YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE!" Rodney hollered, pointing accusingly. "You're trying to poison me! You know I'm allergic to lemons!"

Bates had collapsed to the floor, doubled over in laughter. The only thing keeping Sheppard from doing the same was Weir's shoulder. However, it looked like that wasn't going to last very long because she was pretty close to keeling over too.

"I'm hungry," McKay whined.

Just then, Grodin popped out. "The intermission is over. Everyone please return to your seats," he called.

"Oh, lovely," McKay said, oozing with sarcasm. "If I keel over onstage, just tell Beckett it's because I didn't eat because I had an attempt on my life by Bates over here."