snippet for pentapus
"It's a cupcake, Ronon." John's given up on not sounding exasperated, because really. "Not enough icing and probably tastes like Styrofoam because they keep sending us the crappy box mixes. A cupcake, that's all."
Ronon continues to peer dubiously at the object in question. "Dunno. Still looks like a rabid, facing-eating spindly-drome to me."
John sighs and moves the cupcake another six inches further away from Ronon. "Y'know, I used to think you were a badass."
Ronon continues to peer dubiously at the object in question. "Dunno. Still looks like a rabid, facing-eating spindly-drome to me."
John sighs and moves the cupcake another six inches further away from Ronon. "Y'know, I used to think you were a badass."