MHA -1 | Sunday Afternoon
His Black Friday trip to Ikea had been like any other venture Ronon made to a mainlandish place: full of people staring at him. You can bet the meatball-addled customers loved making way for a seeming giant in leather with bones tied in his hair.
But now, back in his basement apartment, Ronon was standing over a few hundred bits of wood and metal, an allen wrench, and an instruction book, flipped to the Korean pages.
He shook the box, frowning at the picture on the front. "Didn't have so many parts in the store."
[When inspiration strikes, you beat it with a hammer. Open.]
But now, back in his basement apartment, Ronon was standing over a few hundred bits of wood and metal, an allen wrench, and an instruction book, flipped to the Korean pages.
He shook the box, frowning at the picture on the front. "Didn't have so many parts in the store."
[When inspiration strikes, you beat it with a hammer. Open.]