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STORY STATUS: Completed 10-2-05
WORD COUNT: 118
"Food mixer doohickey?"
"That's what I said Daniel. The colonel doesn't have a monopoly on the word."
"Carter, it's just called a mixer and I thought you weren't going to cook anymore?"
"It's just a chocolate cake, sir. How hard can it be? See. You just add the mix, eggs, oil, and water and turn on the mixer."
"Holy crap, Carter! You're not supposed to start it on high! Hit the power button!"
"Thanks, T."
"You are welcome O'Neill."
"Geez, Sam, you can build a naquadah generator but you can't operate a simple mixer?"
"Yeah, well, those are easy. I'm sorry sir, I'll clean this up."
"So much for there being a god . . . oops."
"Ouch!"
THE END