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STORY STATUS: Completed 7/21/06
WORD COUNT: 100
"Just throw it in the garbage, Carter. I'll start up the grill."
"It's not burnt. It's just a little dark."
"Dark, Sam? It's burnt to a crisp."
"Come on, Daniel, it's not that bad. Just put some barbeque sauce on it and it'll be fine."
"Nothing will help that."
"Teal'c, tell them it's fine."
"I can not. I can no longer ascertain what it is. Or was."
"Good one, T! Just give it up, Carter. We're all starving here and that whatever it was is a crispy critter."
"Just scrap off the burnt parts."
"They'll be nothing left!"
"Ouch!"
THE END