Part III
"Jack…
Jack O'Neill…
Sam…
Sam O'Neill…
E=mcˆ2?
Heart=Jack*Sam
CO * 2IC = ?
What would one Carbon Monoxide and two IC react to?
Maybe a baby, maybe even two?
Oh what the hell is wrong with me?
What am I writing?
This, no one can see.
Physics.
Biology.
Chemistry.
Human Chemistry.
The Chemistry of Love.
Rough.
Tough.
…. this is fun….
Sam Carter is sitting in her office
don't you see.
Supposedly working
one two three.
On some big gizmo,
my oh my!
But look what she's doing,
why oh why?
She's not working,
she's playing instead,
doodling on a paper
has she lost her head?
All this is because of love,
because of a certain Colonel,
he's all she can think of
up till her deepest kernels.
Carter is out of her mind,
herself she's got to remind,
that to her he's sir
to him she's Carter,
a valuable member of his team,
though he's her martyr.
...Martyr? He's not dead! Thank god, of course!
But he isn't a martyr.
What the hell it rhymes.
Who cares!...
It's all doodling!
Poodling!
Fiddling !
Diddling!
Stupid,
Cupid
Crazy?
And Lazy!
Why?
Because! Duh!
Who?
You.
Me?
Yeah, you.
So it's true?
Yeah, I love you.
Well, hey, I love you too.
You do?
Yep.
Wow.
Yep.
So this is for you.
Who?
You?
Oh!
To Sir
With Love"
Well, I guess I have a phone call to make.
Boy this is gonna be one hell of a phone call!
God be with me.