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O’Neill, his back-swing interrupted.
O’Neill in the commissary, his Happy Meal short three fries.
O’neill, his comment sarcastic.
O’neill, when the gate whooshed
kawooshed*
Carter and MacGyver, in the glacier
teal’c, his eyebrow raised
Siler, the chevron locked
O’Neill, his loops of fruit uncrisp.
Teal’c, the door struck, again.
