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who; Eddie Dean & anyone who wants chicken (restless gunslinger free with every kid's meal).
where; the cafeteria.
what; CHICKEN.
O'Neill had been amused when Eddie told him he was putting in a request for Popeye's. Oh, sure, he was gonna put one in for his guns later (though he doubted he'd ever get those), maybe a Walkman and some classic rock. But right now? Chicken. Fuck yeah.
He'd pondered the form for a while (Edward Dean, into the name box; 19 for the room number, and wasn't that a fuckin' riot?), and eventually the Item Requested field read one or two of everything on the menu and a shitload of fries. He'd figured that would provide for himself, Teal'c, the man with the odd aversion to pears, and anyone else who wanted some damn good chicken.
Having been told that, yes, they'd be able to get that in tonight (and had that been amusement on the Jake-aged soldier's face?), Eddie was now waiting in the cafeteria, where he'd told them to drop it off.
Waiting probably wasn't the right word. What Eddie was actually doing was exploring the empty room, getting the lay of the land; fidgeting, really. The chicken would be here any minute, but in the meantime, keeping busy stopped him from thinking too much about how totally fucked up this entire situation was. Mostly.
where; the cafeteria.
what; CHICKEN.
O'Neill had been amused when Eddie told him he was putting in a request for Popeye's. Oh, sure, he was gonna put one in for his guns later (though he doubted he'd ever get those), maybe a Walkman and some classic rock. But right now? Chicken. Fuck yeah.
He'd pondered the form for a while (Edward Dean, into the name box; 19 for the room number, and wasn't that a fuckin' riot?), and eventually the Item Requested field read one or two of everything on the menu and a shitload of fries. He'd figured that would provide for himself, Teal'c, the man with the odd aversion to pears, and anyone else who wanted some damn good chicken.
Having been told that, yes, they'd be able to get that in tonight (and had that been amusement on the Jake-aged soldier's face?), Eddie was now waiting in the cafeteria, where he'd told them to drop it off.
Waiting probably wasn't the right word. What Eddie was actually doing was exploring the empty room, getting the lay of the land; fidgeting, really. The chicken would be here any minute, but in the meantime, keeping busy stopped him from thinking too much about how totally fucked up this entire situation was. Mostly.