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I love robot!Jack in Double Jeopardy. The way he moves and acts, it's like he's a different person, yet he's still so obviously Jack. Just an even more smart-mouthed, crazy Jack.

(Heh, icon irony FTW...)

Icon FTW indeed! With two colonels, one changes the light bulb, the other changes it back, and on and on . . .

They so would!

(OT: do you have "Fergit space advenchur, we gonna do Shakespeare" in icon format? I kept wanting to pull that one out when we were studying Hamlet last month.)

No, I've never done LOLShakespeare as an icon, but I can.

Would you please? Thanks!

Sorry to double-comment, but could you also make "ur Mac haz a DOS" into an icon? I love that one... geeky puns FTW!

You betcha for both! I haven't iconified in waaay too long.

This being the internet and my policy about which being relatively firm, all I am at liberty to say is *omgdeadlinedeadlinedeadlinedeadlineargggggh*. I haz no brain. I can borrow Jack's?

Also I volunteer to be Jack's therapist... what countertransference?

Borrowing Jack's brain might lead to some really unusual consequences, such as handling your deadline by blowing something up.

Borrowing Mac's brain could be even stranger.

I've been muttering "I AM THE LAW" under my breath (yes you can so to do all caps under your breath, it just takes talent) for the last couple of weeks. Jack and or Mac (and... let's do and) might be even better!

And is good. And works.

(voiceover) Sometimes I wonder if Pete knows what he's getting me into. I'm not the kinda guy who looks like he belongs in an office, but Pete had a friend who called in a favor from the foundation, I happened to be walking past Pete's office in a brief sojourn between a job that took me to Burma and and a small incident in Ballarat, and got shanghaied to Boston. My cover called for khakis and a button down and a passing knowledge of Federally regulated industries.(end voiceover)

Ms. Wild, face concealed by comically over-large glasses, wrung her hands as she peered over the shoulder of the man who was scrounging through her desk and assembling a pile consisting so far of a large, plastic resin paperweight with pointy edges commemorating a project milestone, a stack of origami paper, and a hockey-puck shaped squeeze toy.

"Mr. MacGyver, really, I appreciate your efforts, but I'm not sure how whatever it is that you're constructing is going to help me execute on my deliverables."

Mac shot her a reassuring grin over his shoulder. Honestly, he was just like a kid in a candy store with the amount of work-inappropriate junk Ms. Wild had on her desk. (Nun bowling would come in handy if he needed a ball-bearing or small projectiles.) Secondarily, Pete was out of his everlovin' mind if he thought that even Mac's resourcefulness could match the distilled evil of Adobe Acrobat Professional. The programmers at Adobe could teach the GRU a thing or two about psychological warfare.

Just as MacGyver was running out of misleading narrative description about the utility of the goldbergian device that he was constructing with the aid of the rare-earth magnets holding cartoon strips to Ms. Wild's file cabinet, he heard the sound of a crisp, military tread approaching through the maze of cubes. Mac swiveled in the office chair, confirming the glance he'd caught in the mirror perched atop the monitor.

Jack O'Neill. Greeaat.

Ms. Wild was staring at Jack with the wide, hopeful eyes of a woman who should damn well know that a well-pressed uniform does not automatically connote competence, but still feels a flutter of "oh, what the heck, squeeemaninunform!" anyway.

Mac rose to his feet. "Jack."

The problem with Jack O'Neill was that he did look awfully like MacGyver, only older, and whenever he turned up, not only was an aggressively ...aggressive... solution applied to problems, but women immediately started muttering about 'tidy hair' and threatening Mac with the flowbee.

Jack gave him the contented, smug grin of someone who knows that he's older, has a higher pay grade, and generally gets away with (mostly metaphorical) murder.

"MacGyver. Don't worry, I'll take this from here."

He strode into the cube and leaned over the computer. His jaw clenched at the tell-tale red 'A' of the Acrobat software.

"Oh, for crying out loud, why didn't someone call me sooner? Only one way to deal with a situation like this."

(redacted due to massive property damage caused by entirely classified but possibly alien technology. ;) )

There are NO WORDS for the pure magnificence of this.

Well really, once you get the Nun Bowling and the Flowbee in one post, it's all over bar the shouting.

And the misleading narrative description . . . and the GRU . . . and the distilled evil . . . !

*howls with glee* CrackifiedCommentFic FTW!!

It was entertaining to consider Mac playing with my desk toys.

I don't mean that euphemistically, not at all!

Oh, of course not. Not in the least.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

(Yup, definitely time to change up my icons...)

Oh, I, uh... *ogles* that one is pretty, well, pretty!

Ah, you hadn't seen that one before? (It's another one of mine.) Maybe you hadn't seen this version either?

I had seen the first version (yum! Any time I see it is good.) but not the second. The second, fantastic, hilarious version. Damn!

"a well-pressed uniform does not automatically connote competence, but still feels a flutter of "oh, what the heck, squeeemaninunform!" anyway." Ohhh, don't we all? *g*

This is awesome commentfic! :D I love Mac/SG1 crossovers when they work.

Particularly if the man in the uniform is a total babe. ;)

*G* Parodic commentfic means never having to explain your timeline... no doubt taking all of the hard work out of the crossover!

*BWAHAHAHAHAH!* (*sigh* I really do need a Marvin the Martian icon... "Where's the Kaboom?" :)

Or Ripley.

"Dust off and nuke'em from orbit. It's the only way to be sure."

There was a little bit of kaboom-withholding at the end of the story, but I like to leave room for people to imagine their very own kaboom. The author is dead. In a mysterious explosion, no doubt. ;)

I think that Jack should lay back on my couch and tell me all about it...

In fact, we should both lay on the couch! *draws curtains* ;)

I'm sure that will help.

If he didn't need therapy before... he will when I'm done with him! *cheekygrin*

Just how acrobatic are you planning on getting? Geez, the guy's already got his physiotherapist on speed dial.

*sleepygiggle* I just noticed that your link to LOLWTF II has a slight mis-spell... *pats poor tired Beth*

Oopsie! Iz fixded . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Awwww, poor Jack,with the big sad puppy-dog eyes.

Don't worry, Jack, it will all be resolved in the last seven minutes of the episode, I promise . . .

Wow! How'd you know that? Amazing!

Favorite!!

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