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"It smells so good and we don't dare eat any of it and I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry."
"Your point?"
Sheppard shrugged.
"It's got to be the pie, right? The rest of the food should be safe enough ..." He trailed off as he spotted Bates, passed out face down on one of the tables, his BDUs around his ankles, red polka-dotted boxers thankfully still in place.
"Gah," McKay exclaimed incoherently. "My eyes, my eyes."
Consumption alert. Shriek alert. Guy-safe. Read immediately upon securing your general area.
