PRIVATE MEMO
TO: Dr. Rodney McKay
FROM: Col. John Sheppard
RE: Infirmary contraband
Boy, what a spoilsport. No surfboard, no more guitar, and no alcohol. Also, no bolt cutters, no night vision goggles, and no flash grenades. What are you going to bring me, then? How about my laptop?
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PRIVATE MEMO
TO: Col. John Sheppard
FROM: Dr. Rodney McKay
RE: Infirmary contraband
What are you complaining about? It's my ass that's sore now. I knew that trying to get you Zelenka's cheap liquor was a bad idea.
And are you sure you want me to try sneaking in your laptop? That crazy Scot still hasn't returned the last one he confiscated from you while you were in his clutches. If I remember correctly, that one had your only copy of "The Sims: Living Large" on it. Now I sometimes hear suspicious noises coming from Carson's office when he's supposed to be working.
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PRIVATE MEMO
TO: Dr. Rodney McKay
FROM: Col. John Sheppard
RE: Infirmary contraband
Uh, hello? I can't sit down that easily, either!
Never mind. I've decided I'm breaking out of here with or without your help. Beckett's busted me twice, and now it's a matter of principle. I'll pick up both laptops myself once the job's done.
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PRIVATE MEMO
TO: Col. John Sheppard
FROM: Dr. Rodney McKay
RE: Infirmary breakout
May I say that's a terrible idea? I'm not sure how to put this delicately, so I won't even try. Even though you're recovering, you still look partly like a giant bug. It's somewhat conspicuous.
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PRIVATE MEMO
TO: Col. John Sheppard
FROM: Ronon Dex
RE: Honor and glory
What exactly is a Klingon?