Monday - Pop culture

[darling-lisa.livejournal.com]

*waves*

Hi! I'm Lisa (raggedy_edge) and I'm going to be your guest host for this week. I hope we have some fun. :)

To start things off, I thought we might play around with pop culture. Its a pretty wide sandbox to play in, so I thought it would be the perfect Monday theme to ease us into the week. Basically you are only limited by what has been released to the masses... movies, songs, books, television, celebrity catch phrases... its all fair game.

Please just make sure to be format your prompts correctly ie:

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

An example of today's theme might be:

Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, "somebody has a case of the monday's" (Office Space)

Also, please remember to leave just one prompt per comment, and don't forget if you happen to think up a response to your own prompt, you are more than welcome to answer it.

Finally, if nothing strikes your fancy in today's theme, there are always the Lonely Prompt indexes waiting for your loving attention!

Ok, thats it for now, have fun!

Comments

[samescenes.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH.

[noxnoctisanima.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Connor/Abby, Red Shirts (Of Star Trek fame)

Red Shirts

[wilemina-29.livejournal.com]

Abby could not believe she was doing this, how the hell Connor had talked her into going to a Star Trek convention she would never know.

She pulled up the zips of her knee high boots and then smoothed down the fabric of her skin-tight red dress, glancing at herself in the mirror she sighed.

Abby opened the bedroom door and couldn't hide her amusement at seeing Connor in an equally ridiculous outfit. Tight black trousers with an equally tight fitting red shirt - to match her dress - and a little badge thingy on his shirt with the logo on it.

Connor turned to look at Abby and she was sure that she heard his chin hit the floor.

"Abby! You look . . .good!"

"Yeah? Well I better do because I feel absolutely ridiculous!"

"You do, you look . . ." He took a few deep breaths. "Like a fantasy come true."

He stalked towards her and swept her into his arms in to what she was sure was the most passionate kiss they had shared to date.

"Hey! Don't drool on the outfit, it has to go back to the fancy dress shop tomorrow." Abby breathed when they finally broke apart.

"We're buying it!" He stated, dragging her back in the direction of the bedroom.

"What about the convention?" She asked.

Like she cared about the convention, especially after that kiss.

"Stuff the convention." He replied.

Abby grinned, maybe Connor convincing her to go with him to the Star Trek convention had been a good idea after all.

[cjmarlowe.livejournal.com]

Murdoch Mysteries, William/Julia, Gilbert and Sullivan

[merihn.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur/Lancelot, That boy's all tied up. (Family guy)

[kelene.livejournal.com]

NGH. Just.... ngggggh.

[takhallus.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Luke/Sylar, Firefly

burn the land and boil the sea (Heroes, Luke/Sylar, Firefly)

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Outside of Philadelphia, they get caught again-- this time not by agents or cops but by three guys looking to mug some skinny dude and his scrawny boyfriend necking in the shadowed alley of their favorite bar. The would-be muggers are noisy, blustering and threatening them with unspecified pain if they didn't hand over their wallets right now.

Luke glanced to Sylar, taking his lead from the older man. For a second, Sylar thought about what constituted frivolous use of his powers. Then he punched the nearest guy in the face.

Disappointingly, the other two ran off as soon as they saw that "skinny dude" was all lean muscle after all. Sylar shook out his hand, even though the impact against his knuckles was fixed immediately. He smiled at Luke, still wearing the good mood he'd been in since they'd passed through Amish Country (Luke still didn't get what was so great about them), and reached for him.

"They tell you, 'Never hit a man with a closed fist.' But it is, on occasion, hilarious." Before Luke let himself be pulled closer, he gaped up at Sylar and then laughed disbelievingly.

"You did not just quote Mal Reynolds."

"You've watched Firefly?"

"You've watched Firefly?" Slowly, Luke cracked a smile and looped an arm around Sylar's neck. "This must be what going mad feels like," he joked, before stealing a swift, stealthy kiss.

"I'll show you what going mad feels like," Sylar said mock-ominously, pushing Luke up against the brick wall behind him and picking up where they'd been so rudely interrupted.

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist, Van Pelt/Rigsby, Macho Macho Man

[noxnoctisanima.livejournal.com]

Grace had never really liked the macho men, all wrapped in their own egos and bodies and self image. They thought far to much about how others saw them and not enough about making themselves better human beings.

The first time she had seen Rigsby he had ticked every macho man box, vain, blank and big. She had immediately written him off and made it clear with thinly veiled hostility that she didn't want anything to do with him.

But then he had surprised her, he'd actually turned out to be an excellent agent. But then he'd done something stupid, he'd fallen in love with her. She'd managed to ignore it for weeks but when someone openly confesses their love, there's only so long you can deny it.

To her horror she had found herself responding, leaning into his touch and no longer meeting his every word with hostility. She'd made him cautious though and it was weeks and more false starts than she could count before he finally cupped her arms in his massive hand and pulled her close.

He was gentler than she had expected, cradling her, his mouth soft on hers, fingers lightly stroking. She sank against him, wrapped up in his arms. Ok so maybe she had to reconsider her views on the macho men.

[barush.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, The Beatles

[siren-general.livejournal.com]

"Laaaame."

House walked into Wilson's apartment as if he owned the place.

"Mature!" Wilson gestured to the seat next to him.

"Nahhhh. I think I know one song by them I like, let me change it."

He walked over and grabbed the iPod. Familiar strains of guitar filtered through the speakers, and now-

*I want you... I want you so bad... I want you.... I want you so bad~ it's driving me mad~ it's driving me mad.*

Wilson's eyes widened as the other sat back down next to him. He looked away, but a strong hand turned him back for a kiss.

*I want you... I want you so bad, babe... I want you.... I want you so bad~ it's driving me mad~ it's driving me-*

By that point, their hands had started to wander.

*She's so-*

And now House was above him, just like he knew would happen. Every damn time he invited him over.

*Heavy~~~~*

He felt like he was floating. Floating on that mythical cloud nine. Floating under House.

*I want you...*

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

spn/harry potter, Castiel/Voldemort, do I dazzel you?

[ Toys | Castiel/Voldemort]

[cs-whitewolf.livejournal.com]

The angel bleeds. He delights in the way the pale skin parts almost willingly beneath the scratch of his nails as he runs his fingertips in a series of seemingly random patterns across the creature's chest. The blood bubbles up in a stunning vibrancy, spilling over the shallow grooves to stain him red, and he is spellbound. He purrs at the sight and feels his hunger build as he watches the wounds heal themselves instantly. Fresh skin to replace the hurt and take all signs of distress away; he licks his lips, then licks at the chest and he moans again his delight. The angel turns his face from him and he grins,- teeth stained as red as his eyes,- as the angel lifts his eyes heavenwards and prays for his deliverance. He laughs then, reaching for the wings spread out behind him, and rejoicing in the way the angel screams just as prettily as he breathes. He is dazzled by the beauty in the pain and sends up a mocking prayer of thanks that he has been gifted with a toy even he will have trouble breaking.

[noxnoctisanima.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Connor/Nick, The last suit you'll ever wear.

The last suit you'll ever wear, Primeval, Connor/Nick

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

He's fairly certain they buried Nick.

After all, the man had died. Died in Connor's arms, even, and yet here he is. Alive and healthy.

It's creeping Connor out.

Of course, he could be a clone - but he's so, so...animated, and Connor moves closer, trying to get a closer look.

But he's not a clone, he's real - really, really real, right down to the last grin and sardonic eyebrow lifting, and Connor has to force himself not to throw his arms around Nick in a tight hug because. Because the man has no idea where he is or who Connor is, and he's never heard of an anomaly, Abby, Lester, Captain Becker, Sarah, his sort-of-ex-wife or Stephen. Never heard of the Arc, either, and it's possible Connor should have 'phoned in and informed someone before persuading Nick to join him for a coffee and telling him super-secret-national-secrets.

It's Nick, though, and Connor's never really been able to control himself completely around the professor. So he buys him coffee, and he persuades him back to the Arc, and he stays with him through all the tests and...

...and accompanies Nick to his office, which no one has had the heart to clean out (far enough away from all the action, at least that survived), and Connor gives himself a second when Nick turns to examine the anomaly model to let his heart ache until it feels like it's going to burst in his chest. By the time Nick turns around again, Connor has himself under control - or so he thinks, but Nick's always been too damned perceptive when it suits him, and Connor suddenly finds himself with Nick mere inches away, and he can't quite bring himself to not touch.

Later, after Connor has broken down and cried and been held and hugged and kissed, he twists in Nick's arms on the battered old sofa in Nick's office to look at him.

"Stay?" he asks, and makes himself meet that sharp gaze.

Nick smiles at him, and nods.

[samescenes.livejournal.com]

SPN, John/Mary, do I dazzle you?




damn. I thought I was being funny, BUT SOMEONE'S ALREADY DONE THIS PROMPT. oh well. it stands.

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Mary put on her earrings and the diamond necklace her husband gave her, a special present for their first year anniversary today. There was a time when she couldn't have imagined a life so quiet, so without danger and demons. She'd finally gotten away, out of the dangers of the secret world she left behind. She still missed her parents, but there was a part of her that wouldn't trade this life for anything.

It was just all so wonderful, like a dream.

She loved John, and John adored her to no end. That much was certain.

She barely even thought of the deal she made with the demon anymore, or whether it really would come collect her in a few more years. All her life she dreamed of living a normal life with a beautiful house and a loving husband; maybe a child or two soon. They would be together, they would be a family.

She heard John at the doorway of the bedroom. Glancing up from her dresser, she was a vision of grace in her new black dress, all made up pretty for him. Mary smiled. “Do I dazzle you?”

“Always.”

If only it could be this simple forever.

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

spn/firefly, Sam/River, tainted love

[havenward.livejournal.com]

"Brothers are stupid," River says as she slips up beside him on the catwalk. She curls against him as she sits, legs dangling over the sides and swinging, sending her skirt aflutter.

Sam says nothing as he watches the tiff going on below. Dean is yelling about Simon's "freak of a sister" and Simon's shooting right back about how there ain't nothing on the level with the family Winchester. (He's only spouting what you can find on the Cortex though, which makes sense, since the Tams aren't exactly the sort of family that'd ever have cause to hire a Hunter. Dean still takes it personal though.) Course Jayne chooses that moment to bring up the Winchester curse, and how every girl a Winchester ever claims to love ends up dying horrific and brutal deaths.

Simon's eyes flick up at him, at them, just as River slips her arm through Sam's. The only reason Simon doesn't walk away with a black eye or a broken arm is because Jayne chooses that moment to start insulting Dean's daddy.

[xantalyn.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/author's choice, Steven/Stephan Urkel

[lizzielizzie.livejournal.com]

House MD, House/Cuddy, Octomom

Dr. Phil

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

"I can't believe all of the kids lived," Cuddy commented as she came into the room behind House. He was watching Dr. Phil and her millionth interview with the Octomom.

"Isn't she so lucky?" he said rolling her eyes.

"I can't believe a doctor actually did it. If this was in my hospital it'd have never happened. It's just so morally wrong," Cuddy complained.

"But you got implanted. It didn't take, but you tried the same thing she did," House said offering her some popcorn. She shook her head so he went back to eating.

"But I only wanted one."

"But you put in multiple right?" he asked, "What if you'd ended up having ten? Would you have killed off some of them?"

"No, but--"

"Hypocrite."

"I am not. If I had gotten it to take on the first try than I would have stopped. I would have taken the fertilized eyes and given them over to science. She knowingly implanted eight eggs into herself knowing she had the same number of children at home, some with disabilities."

"Shhh" House said putting a finger over his mouth, "Dr. Phil is talking about how to make money. This could be important."

Cuddy gave a little smirk knowing the change of topic meant she had one. House would never admit it, but they both knew it was true.

[merihn.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Connor/Becker, Top Gun

[cjmarlowe.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Author's choice, 'scuse me while I kiss this guy

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

Dean just kicked this guy's ass at pool and won two hundred bucks off of him, but Sam's surprised as hell that he and Dean are talking avidly about...something. Sam can't hear from the bar, he can just see Dean's back and the guy's face, all lit up and interested.

Sam frowns. It's the kind of look he sees on a girl's face when Dean's chatting them up. What the fuck?

He watches as they move in closer, the guy leaning against the wall with his thumbs hooked into his belt loops, biting his lip around a smile as Dean waves his arms enthusiastically. He's probably making up something about a bear fight. Dean likes to use that one a lot.

Whatever. Sam doesn't care right now. He has a headache and he wants to get a room now that they have some actual money. He heads over to Dean slowly, hoping by the time he gets there, Dean will be done impressing this guy even more.

Except, when he looks up, Dean's crowded up close to this dude and smirking like he does when he's finally hooked a girl for the night. Sam blinks.

"Dean? What, uh. Are we gonna go...um."

Dean glances over his shoulder and grins wickedly. "'scuse me while I kiss this guy," he says, and leans in to do exactly that.

Sam's not sure whether he's freaked out because his brother likes guys - not that there's anything wrong with it, he just never expected Dean to be bisexual - or embarrassed that he just made a really bad Jimi Hendrix reference.

"Christ," he sighs, then grabs some bills from Dean's pocket and decides to just walk to the motel down the street. He's not ready to deal with this right now.

[barefoot-starz.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Connor/Nick, 'A mental mind fuck can be nice.' (Rocky Horror)

[merihn.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, And then? (Dude, Where's my car)

This is very cracky.. and mostly stolen from Dude Where's My Car..

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“Witch's Spells R' Us. May I help you?”

“Yeah. I'd like to place an order.”

“What would you like?”

“Yeah, I'd like my brother brought back from hell.”

“And then?”

“And then Ruby tied up naked in my bed.”

“And then?”

“And then... Dean might want Castiel tied up in his bed. Can you do that?”

“Sure.”

“Yeah, and a visit from my mother so I can talk to her.”

“And then?”

“Oh, ah, bring Jess back from the dead too.”

“And then?”

“That's it. I think that's about it.”

“And then?”

“No. That's it.”

“And then?

“No 'and then'. I... I... that's all I want.”

“And then?”

“And then, and then, and then I'm, then nothing else coz I'm done ordering. OK?”

“And then?”

“No. No. See, all I want is my brother, and mom and those people in our beds.”

“And then?”

“Oh, and don't forget Jess.”

“And then?”

“And maybe my father could come back too.”

“And then?”

“And then you can put it all in your spell and you work your little magick, cause I'm ready to have my life fixed now.”

“And then?”

“I refuse to play your crazy wiccan mind games.”

“And then?”

“No, No 'and then'!”

“And then?”

“No 'and then'!”

“And then?”

“No 'and then'!”

“And then?”

“No 'and then'!”

“And then?”

“No 'and then'!”

“And then?”

“No, no 'and then'!”

“And then?”

“You're really starting to piss me off lady!”

“And then?”

“And then, I'm gonna come in there... and I'm gonna put my foot in your ass if you say 'and then' again!”

“And then? And then? And then? And then? And then?”

---

Sam woke with a start. That was the last time he smoked pot while eating Chinese food and watching bad B-rated movies ever again.

[barefoot-starz.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Abby/Author's Choice, 'I'll have what she's having...' (When Harry Met Sally)

[noxnoctisanima.livejournal.com]

Connor and Abby stood close together, leaning unconsciously together. They were sharing workspace, easily dancing around each other and sharing tools.
They didn't even seem to notice the closeness, it being so normal for them.

They stopped for a few minutes and Connor tossed her a sandwich from his satchel, leaning up against the bench. They ate companionably, sharing a can of soft drink and arguing about their growing dinosaur collection before returning to work.

Connor finished first and spent a few minutes fiddling with the edges of Abby's work, handing her tools and watching over her shoulder. She finally let him drag her away about fifteen minutes later, packing their things and sliding off her stool.

Connor wrapped his arm around Abby, stroking a gentle hand down her arm and they wandered to the doorway, waving goodbye to the remaining staff.

Jenny watched them from the balcony, face sad. God she wanted nothing more than to have what Abby did.

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

Oooooohh this could be so much fun!!! :D Excellent theme!

SG1, Jack/Daniel, Babel fish

The Tower of Babel Fish, Jack/Daniel

[fairyglass.livejournal.com]

Daniel's eyebrows crashed together and crowded against the wrinkle just over the bridge of his nose. His expression was pained as he tried to read through the report again.

"We have met some bald rocks," he said carefully, fingers coming up to rest against his weary temple.

Jack, who had been poised on the brink of laughter for the last few moments, grinned like a maniac. "Isn't it great?"

"No, Jack. It isn't. It very much isn't. You turned my briefing notes into... into..." Daniel couldn't think of anything ridiculous enough so he just waved the folder through the air.

Jack waved his own hands in the air, dismissing Daniel's charges against him with a fluid movement. "Cassie showed it to me: you take perfectly good -- if dull -- English, then translate it to something, like, Chinese, then take that and translate it back to English. It's pure comedy gold, Daniel!"

"So, let me just make sure I'm getting this straight: you're inputting highly classified information into Yahoo's Babel Fish for shits and giggles?"

Pulling his shoulders back, Jack snatched the report folder out of Daniel's hands. "You take all the fun out of being a General, you know that?"

[barefoot-starz.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Connor/Becker, 'I'll never tell...' (Don't Say A Word)

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

Twilight/Supernatural, Alice, Dean and Sam, "Dude, where's my car?"

[dragonlet.livejournal.com]

"Dude, where's my car?"

"I hated that movie," Sam sighed, shouldering the duffel bag full of things that went 'clank'.

"No, seriously Sammy, where the hell is my car?" Dean dropped his bag and glared at the spot where his car should have been.

"Are you sure this is where you parked it?" Sam shrugged and looked at the mostly empty stretch of street. Forks didn't seem to get much traffic, and it was easy to see why.

"It was the only car on the street!" Dean threw his other bag down and cursed. "Goddamn."

"Hey calm down Dean, let's call the police and..." Sam trailed off as a familiar rumble came from down the street, and the Impala appeared, driving towards them at a most likely illegal speed. It stopped in front of them with an impressive swerve, and a tiny girl with short hair hopped out of the driver's seat.

"Sorry! It was just so pretty. Great ride guys!" She grinned, blurred, and was gone before either brother could blink.

"...Dean, we took care of the only things we could find, right?"

"Yep we did, Sammy."

"Do you want to stick around and check out what that just was?"

"Not particularly. Woulda heard something if something else was going on."

"And you want to get your car out of here."

"Shut up and get in."

[barefoot-starz.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Connor/Stephen, Google Images

Stumbled upon

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

Conner had stumbled onto something horrible in google images. Stephan had published an article about a dinosaur a while ago and they had taken a picture of him to put with an article. He was younger, but he was definitely Stephen.

Conner had cried, he'd never admit it of course, for twenty minutes after finding it. He'd saved it to his computer and looked at it every chance he got.

Whenever he saw those eyes he could almost feel them crossing his skin. Those lips taunted them as he imagined how soft and sweet they were, had been.

He spent hours staring at the computer screen. At the image of his lost love. He hated google images, but he spent hours looking for more. Nick had dozens, but he only had two besides the one on the computer. He needed more, needing more of him. He never wanted to let go of him. He felt like very day Stephen faded further and further way.

[merihn.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Connor/Becker, Thank you, Captain Obvious.

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

SG1/SGA, Sam/Rodney, continuing the "who would you rather...?" game from Trio (bonus points if you can make it really geeky!)

Rather, SG1/SGA, Sam/Rodney

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

I don't know much about real life but the TV shows referenced are a little geeky. Also, a little Rodney/Keller, even though Carson is still on the scene so I've completely ignored the shows timelines. Oops

Choices

Rodney was paralysed, nothing permanent but it was driving him insane. Carson assured him it would last no more than a day or so. Maybe two. 74 hours at the most. Rodney was only 6 hours in and it was driving him crazy.

None of his friends came to visit him, apart from Radek. That just frustrated him even more because he was itching to get back to work. He could barely talk yet he somehow managed to get into an argument which made Radek walk out.

Rodney begged Carson to put him into a coma but Carson refused, 'however tempting that may be' he added.

Rodney missed coffee but without it he was able to get some uninterrupted sleep.

He woke to the curious sensation of somebody holding his hand. He was able to strain his neck to see it was Sam.

"Hey you're awake." She smiles and Rodney wants to shake his head but he can't.

"I think I must be dreaming." His voice is a little hoarse so Sam puts a cup of water to his lips and he takes a sip.

"How are you holding up?" She asks.

"I swear, I will never complain about physical activity again."

"Can I get that in writing?" Sam smiles before she remembers Rodney can't even hold a pen at the moment.

"Argh, I'm so BORED!" Rodney is literally bored to tears and Sam can't stand to see that.

"Okay, who would you rather? John or Ronon?" Sam asks innocently whilst Rodney's eyes bug out of his face.

"That is evil! You are an evil woman. You can't do it on people we know, that's unfair. I have to work with them and now you've got me-" Rodney would shudder but he's still paralysed. Sam is chuckling. "Who would you rather? Mitchell? Daniel? Teal'c? O'Neill?"

"Okay, okay! I get your point!" Sam raises her hands in defeat. "Is TV good?"

"Sci-fi?" Rodney asks

"Is there any other genre?" Sam grins. "Who would you rather? Old Starbuck or new?"

"New one is crazy hot but she's also crazy. I think I'd stick with Dirk Benedict." Rodney decides.

"I'd have chosen Kara." Sam tells him. "Sure she's high maintenance but I think she's worth the trouble. So, what have you got?"

"Who would you rather? Kirk, Picard, or Spock?" Rodney challenges. Sam laughs.

"Picard has that English charm about him. He could woo you with Shakespeare. Besides, bald men are supposed to be more virile." That evokes a wince-like smile from Rodney. "What about you?"

"Spock, everytime. He's just the logical choice." Rodney manages to shrug and Sam can feel the grin threatening to split her face in two.

"Okay, last one before I've got to get back to work." Sam decides. "Captain Hammer or Captain Reynolds?"

"Ahhh." Rodney tries to think. "Can't I choose Kaylee? She's so smart and sweet, and really really pretty!" Sam looks at him, a knowing glint in her eyes. Rodney changes the subject. "Can't I choose Penny?" Sam shakes her head. "Simon? He's really protective over his sister. Billy? He needs to get laid-"

"I've got to go back to work." Sam tells him softly. "But it's been fun." She kisses him, chastely on the lips.

"What was that for?" Rodney inquires. Sam shrugs.

"I like your taste in men."

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

SG1/SGA, Cam/John, Terminator would kick Robocop's ass!

Dinochrome

[slybrarian.livejournal.com]

So... this has robots. It totally meets the prompt.
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"So," Unit 343-CAM of the Line said, "giant robot warships. That's new"

"Tell me about it," replied Unit 249-JHN of the Line.

"Kinda cool, though." CAM twirled his main gun turret around. "I mean, the last time SG-1 got turned into robots, they were just duplicates with bad batteries. A ZPM-powered war machine's a hell of a lot better. Look at the size of this gun I've got."

"You've got a real impressive... weapon alright," JHN replied, someone managing to smirk despite being nine million tons of battleship.

"Yours is pretty nice too, big boy."

There was a pause. "Are you hitting on me?"

"Yeah. Weren't you hitting on me?"

"Maybe?"

"What do you mean, maybe?"

"Um..."

"Oh, come on, Sheppard. It's a yes or no question."

"Well... I don't know if I'd say I was exactly hitting on you...."

"For fuck's sake. Do you or do you not find me attractive? Would it help if I said that every time I see you sprawled in a chair, I want to get on my knees and suck you off?"

"In that case, I was definitely hitting on you."

CAM realized there was a small problem. "Huh. You know, I would have been a lot more pleased by that if I weren't currently a giant robot battleship without the right equipment."

"Same here."

Several seconds passed before CAM said. "God, this is boring. How long do you think it'll be before Sam and McKay find a way to get us out of here?"

"At least an hour, maybe a couple days," JNH replied.

"Christ, that's an eternity with these brains."

"And it assumes that that machine didn't just copy us," JHN added.

CAM accessed his external sensors. "Well, crap. Look, that's us down there walking to the gate."

"Damn. That's inconvenient. I was hoping Rodney could at least fix the equipment problem."

"Eh, I bet we can manage it ourselves. In the mean time, we're robot battleships. Want to go blow some shit up?"

"Sure, why not."

With a rumble of engines, the two giant robot space battleships flew off into the sunset.