I've reached the point where I must stop pretending.
This sucker's gonna top out over the length of the original. O_o
Suit men obviously spoke silent suit-man language because communicating with someone wearing one of the damned things was like playing a two person version of that childhood game where everyone would sit in a circle and the first person would whisper I like ice cream to the person next to them, and by the time the message had made it all the way around it had somehow mutated into I want to bang your mom. Rodney was fairly certain that the guy who'd stopped and was pointing him down yet another indistinctive concrete corridor did not, in fact, desire to have sexual relations with the late Mrs. McKay, even though Rodney's ears insisted they'd heard exactly that.
That might have been the point where he sort of passed out a little.
Suit men obviously spoke silent suit-man language because communicating with someone wearing one of the damned things was like playing a two person version of that childhood game where everyone would sit in a circle and the first person would whisper I like ice cream to the person next to them, and by the time the message had made it all the way around it had somehow mutated into I want to bang your mom. Rodney was fairly certain that the guy who'd stopped and was pointing him down yet another indistinctive concrete corridor did not, in fact, desire to have sexual relations with the late Mrs. McKay, even though Rodney's ears insisted they'd heard exactly that.
That might have been the point where he sort of passed out a little.