Of Jellyfish and Space Travellers
For A Half Hour?
I don't own Stargate. Nopety-nope.
Daniel banged relentlessly on the door to the bathroom. He'd been stuck outside of it for well over a half hour now, and he was really starting to get…cranky. "Open the damn door, Jack."
All that answered him was the continuing rush of water.
"Jaaaaack!" Daniel tried again, tapping his foot impatiently. This was crazy. He really needed to go. Muttering the first curse that came to mind (An Italian one), he banged on the door again. Finally, as if on cue, Jack slowly opened the door, staring innocently into Daniel's flashing blue irises.
"I was clipping my toenails."
"For a half hour?"
"Before that I had to brush my teeth."
"For a half hour?"
"I had to take a shower."
"FOR A HALF HOUR?"
"Daniel Jackson, is everything well?" asked Teal'c, suddenly making an appearance. He raised his eyebrows slightly at the two men before him, looking more and more like bickering siblings.
"Jack," snapped Daniel, poking a finger in his direction, "Took a half hour in the bathroom."
"That seems unreasonable."
"That's what I said."
"No, no you pretty much only said 'For a half hour?'." Added Jack lazily, wagging a finger. Daniel twitched, and even O'Neill realized that he was dealing with one angry archaeologist.
Clearing his throat, Jack stepped aside.
"It's…um…open now."