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The Last Squee
Boys.
Boys.
Boys.
Oh, boys.
(That's about as coherent I can be, I'm just one big puddle of squee)
HoloRodney. John. Ronon the Warlord. John making "Oh my god, you're dead?" faces. Sibling scientific squabbling. Did I mention John?
"Do I still have hair?" "(lying) ...no."
The last few minutes did feel a bit rushed, as if they just needed to hurry up and shove us off a cliff so we can dangle over it precariously until Skiffy decides at what point to start airing things.
But I want to leave off on one final note:
Oh, boys.
Boys.
Boys.
Oh, boys.
(That's about as coherent I can be, I'm just one big puddle of squee)
HoloRodney. John. Ronon the Warlord. John making "Oh my god, you're dead?" faces. Sibling scientific squabbling. Did I mention John?
"Do I still have hair?" "(lying) ...no."
The last few minutes did feel a bit rushed, as if they just needed to hurry up and shove us off a cliff so we can dangle over it precariously until Skiffy decides at what point to start airing things.
But I want to leave off on one final note:
Oh, boys.
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I'd have written so much more if I could get my brain to work on those days when all I can manage is 'uh, I think I'm awake...just'!!! Stupid ME!
Oh, I feel ya. Hopefully it gets better soon. Be careful that those bunny bites don't infected, ya hear? Nasty buggers if they get in your system. ;)