Groaning Rodney dropped to the toilet seat. Okay McKay, he thought, let's press it out. Grunting he tensed his abdominal muscles, breathing deeply. It took long moments until the stuff gathered in his bowels decided to show its face. With a deafening splash the turf finally landed in the bowl.
"Yikes", the physicist exclaimed, flinching away from it. With wide eyes he gawked into the water below, scared like the dickens. "OH MY GOD", squeaking he ran out of the cubicle and back to the infirmary without flushing.
Tapping a finger on his desk, fully expecting Rodney back any second Carson sat in his office. And, indeed, he didn't have to wait for long to hear a girlish scream coming from the hall. "Carson, Carson, you've gotta look at this."
"All right, lad", he grumbled, marching out of the room, "What is it, now?"
"The … turf", the Canadian stammered, "it's totally … blue."
"What's so odd about that?" the Scotsman demanded.
"Odd??" Rodney snapped almost hysterically.
"Fine, wasn't the stuff you ate blue as well?" Carson rolled his eyes.
His colleague exhaled, "Yes, but… Just look at the crap…"
"As the word says", the doctor muttered, grabbing a glove and a plastic bag before leaving for the bathroom.
xxxxx
As they arrived a crowd of spectators had already gathered in the toilet cubicle. "Hey", Rodney shouted at them, "What's there to look at?"
Sheppard, who was in the crowd of guys as well, spoke up, "We just wondered what that plastic-like smell was. Oh, and I wanted to take a photo for my collection…"
"No, you damn well don't", the physicist yapped shooing everyone out of the tight space.
Now Carson took a step forward; carefully he fished the big, blue thing out of the toilet and flushed afterwards. Once he had put it into the bag and sealed it he scowled at Rodney who was still staring at it in disbelief. Groaning he pushed past him stating, "Today I don't want to see you around anymore, lad. Hear?"
Pulling a guilty face the Canadian said, "I want you to know I'm sorry for the mouse..."
"Oh no, you're not", the Scot replied and was gone.
xxxxx
"Look, Stinky. This is what you died for", slowly Carson lifted the blue turf in front of the dead mouse's eyes before he threw the bag away. For one last time he caressed Stinky's soft, white coat. After another look at him, he put a fresh Kleenex over the body and closed the lid. It was time to fly to the mainland and bury his poor, furry friend. He sighed. At least the little guy hadn't been forced to tolerate Rodney's stupid screams for very long. But after all there was still a craving for revenge in Carson and he'd surely have it, sooner or later, that was for sure…
FIN
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