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Tap. Taptappitytap. McKay marched over to Sheppard and snatched the pencil from him. "Mine. And thank you for the incontrovertible proof that everything above your dog tags is solid muscle."

He hurled the pencil to the floor with unnecessary violence, stamping on it until it splintered.

So Rodney didn't know Morse.

Sheppard pursed his lips. Smoke signal? No. A fire in the lab would be pushing it.

"And 'LQVE' isn't a word."

"What?"

"You can't spell."

"I tell you that and you correct my spelling?"

"Yes! Do it right!"

Sheppard caught the pencil McKay threw at him and started over.


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