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STORY STATUS: Complete 9/3/05
WORD COUNT: 106
"Ewww! Projectile vomiting."
"This isn't funny, Jack."
"Yes it is. I told you not to eat that stuff."
"I was not aware vomit was a joking matter, O'Neill."
"It is when you tell someone not to eat something and they do it anyway."
"Here, drink this."
"What is it?"
"You dont want to know, but it'll settle your stomach. Drink."
"Yuck! That's disgusting."
"I didn't say it would taste good. Drink up. All of it."
"Perhaps you should sit down Daniel Jackson."
"Better?"
"Yeah, a little."
"Next time I tell you not to eat Carter's cooking you'll listen won't you?"
"Thats not funny, Sir."
"Is."
"Ouch!"
THE END