From Buffy...
Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.
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Right! To make things nice and simple, let's call it O'Connorland. Wait! No, on second thoughts, let's not, 'cause I don't want to my name to be immortalised as the home of the rabid giant space otters. In fact, you know, it was Tim who fired the round in the air, so let's go with Stackhouseville.
So, Stackhouseville was where we met. I can remember because we were trying to figure out how to get back to the Stargate and dial home without being set upon by thirty crazy otters, at the time. Yeah, so we asked you, and you said...
"What otters?"
'Cause, damn it, those critters weren't otters at all - they were sheep.
Once we'd realised that, of course, we simply sent Tim to liase with them. His New Zealand heritage, you understand. I wouldn't have been surprised to find out that these guys shared a common ancestor with him.
Come to think of it, all of this goes miles towards explaining why Tim's been behaving so coldly towards Adam and me, lately.
So, to end the story, we all went back to Atlantis, and there was much coffee to be drunk by all! And popcorn. And pizza. And... okay, now I'm just being greedy. Six months of living off military rations is doing some seriously wacky things to my taste buds...
And they all lived happily ever after.
Hi! I'm Tell. Not actually crazy, just bored.
*muses* I... don't think we've actually met.
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