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aesc ([personal profile] aesc) wrote2008-05-05 10:08 am
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Oh, John

Someone has probably noticed this before, but I saw it for the first time when hunting through screencaps, and I think it's pretty amusing. Oh, John.



Not only does John need help correcting that right slice...





HE IS A COMPLETE VIDEO GOLF N00B.


Excuse me while I snicker uncontrollably.

.eta: if you look at the bucket of golf balls, you can see that it's labeled PROPERTY OF DAEDALUS, DO NOT REMOVE. On one hand, it's pretty funny that someone (i.e. John) saw it and filched it because it would be awesome for holding golf balls; on the other hand, it's funny because... I mean... super-advanced spaceship and they have silly metal buckets on board so critical to ship operations that they must not be taken.

*insert "Noes!! They be stealin mah bukkit!!1!" here*


[livejournal.com profile] elli, do you think this is maybe why assassin!John accepted that contract to get rid of Rodney? Long-repressed resentment? :>

.eta: Can has macro?
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[personal profile] siria 2008-05-05 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Does this mean that John is also incapable of a) throwing a football in a straight line and b) staying on a horse?

[identity profile] aesc.livejournal.com 2008-05-05 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
a) I think he's actually probably pretty good at football, at least until he makes the mistake of playing touch football with Ronon as the opposing team's defensive line. Never again.

b) No, because those thighs have to be good for something other than staring at and gripping Rodney's torso. *nods*

[identity profile] amberlynne.livejournal.com 2008-05-05 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnghthighs.
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[personal profile] siria 2008-05-05 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, you use the utilitarian defence of his ability to wear tight, tight sports-related trousers, and also to have hot thighs. How can I combat such logic!

I would like to be spending less time on palaeography (curse you, fourteenth century alchemists! curse youuuuuuuu), and more time on John's thighs. Or under them. Or pinned by them.

As would Rodney. I do believe he is day-dreaming in the lab right now, doodling nonsensical drawings and snapping at Zelenka whenever he wonders why Rodney is drawing tiny, tiny American footballs in the margins of his notes on the Yang-Mills mass gap problem.