This post was one of my favorites of late, especially when I took in the mouseover which made me LOL (how apt!) but yesterday was too full of RL, so it got a drive-by appreciation, which was less than it deserved.
You did indeed add sparkle, but to a day that didn't lack for sparkle (well, except for the Presidential Debates, where Mitt Romney was as aggravating as always!). It was just way over-scheduled.
SG-1 was in the briefing room, doing their best to convince General O'Neill that they really ought to go to PX2-911. Carter had already talked for half an hour about the exponential scientific benefits, and Daniel had just launched into his speech on the historical and linguistic values of the potential mission.
The General's eyes had glazed over five minutes into Carter's lecture. A sudden shout from the hallway got everyone's attention. "Jack!!! You've got some explaining to do!" This spurred Jack into action, though not the action everyone had expected.
He jumped up, grabbed the fire extinguisher from the wall and tied it to his swiveling-chair with the shoelaces from his boots. "Eh, Sir, what are you doing?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"Clear the way!" he commanded instead of providing an answer. He sat down on the chair. Just then the door was flung open wide, and someone eerily similar to Jack O'Neill stepped through. Jack released the pressure of the fire extinguisher while at the same time lifting his feet from the ground. Chair and General whooshed past his lookalike into the hallway, where Jack used his feet to keep him from careening into the wall.
"Hi Mac! Bye Mac!" he said cheerfully, as he took the fire extinguisher which was mounted just outside his office. He quickly replaced the old one, and released the foam from the second extinguisher, which sent him further down the hall. Each time he passed another fire extinguisher, he would grab it and use it to replace the old one once it was depleted. In no time, Jack and his chair were out of sight.
His doppelganger - albeit with longer hair - rushed after him, although the foam made it more difficult. "Jack, you come back here and explain why you got rid of the fire hoses. I liked those!!"
SG-1 stared after them with varying levels of confusion. Only Teal'c seemed unfazed.
"I believe we have discovered why O'Neill lobbied for the USAF regs to require a mounted fire extinguisher within 15 feet of him at all times."
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I recommend emergency swoon pillows and drool drains installed at frequent intervals, as well!
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:D :D :D
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(Of course, then we'd lose the entire SG-1 team . . . )
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The General's eyes had glazed over five minutes into Carter's lecture. A sudden shout from the hallway got everyone's attention. "Jack!!! You've got some explaining to do!" This spurred Jack into action, though not the action everyone had expected.
He jumped up, grabbed the fire extinguisher from the wall and tied it to his swiveling-chair with the shoelaces from his boots. "Eh, Sir, what are you doing?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"Clear the way!" he commanded instead of providing an answer. He sat down on the chair. Just then the door was flung open wide, and someone eerily similar to Jack O'Neill stepped through. Jack released the pressure of the fire extinguisher while at the same time lifting his feet from the ground. Chair and General whooshed past his lookalike into the hallway, where Jack used his feet to keep him from careening into the wall.
"Hi Mac! Bye Mac!" he said cheerfully, as he took the fire extinguisher which was mounted just outside his office. He quickly replaced the old one, and released the foam from the second extinguisher, which sent him further down the hall. Each time he passed another fire extinguisher, he would grab it and use it to replace the old one once it was depleted. In no time, Jack and his chair were out of sight.
His doppelganger - albeit with longer hair - rushed after him, although the foam made it more difficult. "Jack, you come back here and explain why you got rid of the fire hoses. I liked those!!"
SG-1 stared after them with varying levels of confusion. Only Teal'c seemed unfazed.
"I believe we have discovered why O'Neill lobbied for the USAF regs to require a mounted fire extinguisher within 15 feet of him at all times."
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Thank you!! Crackfic tag duly added.
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