Author's Note: All right. I'm updating a lot to make up for the, oh, two or
so months when I didn't update anything. Well, since the last one was about
Sam, and no one guessed who this one would be about, the answer is O'Neil!
I hope that no one kills me over this, but I can seeing him doing this.
Really, I can, and you probably will, too. I do not own StarGate SG-1 or
any of its characters. Enjoy this chapter!
The audience settled down for the next round. This was bound to be good. Sam was back in the audience, still wearing the white makeup. The Asgard kept glancing at her and trying not to giggle.
The attention of everyone in the audience was caught as O'Neil entered from the right. He was wearing little purple bows in his hair, and a purple suit. He started to skip in a small circle.
"Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" He stopped skipping, took a bow, and practically ran offstage. The audience was laughing so hard that they were crying.
O'Neil: -pulls out a machine gun-
MK: EEK! Toodles!!! GENERAL HAMMOND!!!!!!!!
The audience settled down for the next round. This was bound to be good. Sam was back in the audience, still wearing the white makeup. The Asgard kept glancing at her and trying not to giggle.
The attention of everyone in the audience was caught as O'Neil entered from the right. He was wearing little purple bows in his hair, and a purple suit. He started to skip in a small circle.
"Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" He stopped skipping, took a bow, and practically ran offstage. The audience was laughing so hard that they were crying.
O'Neil: -pulls out a machine gun-
MK: EEK! Toodles!!! GENERAL HAMMOND!!!!!!!!