McGee in Ignition.
I finished the picspam for Ignition, which has a looooooot of McGee caps, for some reason :D
I thought I'll copy the McGee only part of the picspam for the comm.:
"There is nothing good on the Internet anymore."
"Yeah, I think that Internet thing has just about run its course."
"Men need more hair. Women need less."
"Must be an industry if you put those together. Take the hair from the women. Put it on the men."
"McGee seems to have an instinct for this one. Perhaps baby bird is ready to leave the nest."
" So, McGee, do you know what killed Lieutenant Commander Sayers?"
"Yeah, I think I do."
"You think? Or you know?"
"I know one thing. His jet pack exploded."
"You showed me your PowerPoint presentation, like, five years ago."
"But I've updated it. To include recent breakthroughs in single-man flight."
"Oh. Good."
"Oh. What do you got now?"
"McGee...that's the elevator."
"Boss, when I was a kid, stationed in Alameda, my parents took me to the opening ceremonies of the '84 Olympics in Los Angeles."
"Right."
"And the guy flew over the crowd."
"Bill Suitor."
"Flew right over my head, I swear."
"All right. I believe you. You got the lead on this one."
The jetpacks conspiracy.
"You don't see the flaw in this logic, Palmer?"
"You mean the part about how he strapped himself to a jet pack and flew around and blew up and that he couldn't have done all that while already being dead?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, I don't know. It's a neat trick, though."
"I think he's about to have a thought."
"I think blood is about to come out of his eyeballs."
"Oh, there's a light bulb."
"Gonna pull the squadron's psych profiles. Let's double-check their paperwork, scan their files for engineering backgrounds. I need to talk to Gibbs. Where is Gibbs?"
"Right here, Elf Lord."
I thought I'll copy the McGee only part of the picspam for the comm.:
"There is nothing good on the Internet anymore."
"Yeah, I think that Internet thing has just about run its course."
"Men need more hair. Women need less."
"Must be an industry if you put those together. Take the hair from the women. Put it on the men."
"McGee seems to have an instinct for this one. Perhaps baby bird is ready to leave the nest."
" So, McGee, do you know what killed Lieutenant Commander Sayers?"
"Yeah, I think I do."
"You think? Or you know?"
"I know one thing. His jet pack exploded."
"You showed me your PowerPoint presentation, like, five years ago."
"But I've updated it. To include recent breakthroughs in single-man flight."
"Oh. Good."
"Oh. What do you got now?"
"McGee...that's the elevator."
"Boss, when I was a kid, stationed in Alameda, my parents took me to the opening ceremonies of the '84 Olympics in Los Angeles."
"Right."
"And the guy flew over the crowd."
"Bill Suitor."
"Flew right over my head, I swear."
"All right. I believe you. You got the lead on this one."
The jetpacks conspiracy.
"You don't see the flaw in this logic, Palmer?"
"You mean the part about how he strapped himself to a jet pack and flew around and blew up and that he couldn't have done all that while already being dead?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, I don't know. It's a neat trick, though."
"I think he's about to have a thought."
"I think blood is about to come out of his eyeballs."
"Oh, there's a light bulb."
"Gonna pull the squadron's psych profiles. Let's double-check their paperwork, scan their files for engineering backgrounds. I need to talk to Gibbs. Where is Gibbs?"
"Right here, Elf Lord."
