Talent Show

Chapter 1

It was a regular boring day, as regular boring days go in chyenne mountian. In fact it was too boring.

No enemies had decided to rear there ugly heads even the slightest in the last three weeks, all missions were going as planned and Siler was yet to cause a power failure this month. General O'Neill spun around on his chair, obviously bored as he picked up speed then pulled his arms in tight to go even faster still. Then stretching them out again going slower. Out. In. Out. In. Slow. Fast. Slow. Fast. Slow.

"There's nothing to do!" he eventually cried to no one in particular as he brought himself to an abrupt stop.

And it was entirely true, for the first time since becoming a general his desk was completly clear of all things that used to resemble trees. Taking three sheets of these offending things (still offensive even though they were blank) from his top drawer that also contained the tattered remains of his yo-yo that disintegrated after a scrape with a 2 foot thick concrete wall, he rolled the blank sheets into balls and began tossing them expertly in the air.

It was juat at this time that Walter stepped into the office, his clipboard holding a sheet of paper that was completely ink-less.

"That's quite a talent you've got there sir."

Silence was forcoming from the general and the three soft squishy noises of the papers balls hitting the ground spread through the room; the general had an idea.

"Walter you're a genuis!"