Question
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because, why?"
"Just because."
"What kind of answer if that to the question of 'why?'"
"The only one, Jack."
"How about I clarify… WHY did you decide to dress up in a pink tutu and leotard and dance around the gateroom singing about how pretty you feel if you're not high on drugs, Colonel Sheppard?"
"Because I felt like it. And I might have a bet with someone to go out with me if I did, Sir." John had a huge grin on his face. If Jack admitted it he didn't think John looked half bad, he had even shaved to look more feminine.
"Do I even want to know who hates you that much?" Jack sighed as he asked. John just grinned more before saying, "He loves me. He's just playing hard to get."
"Carry on. You have five more minutes before I come in here, tranq you and leave you to Carson's tender mercies."
"Yes, Sir."