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New recruits killed my vocal chords.

Yellin' tends ta do that.

Yeah... 's been a lonng day.

Care t'take a load off?

I'd even drink camomile tea right now. It's that bad.

*snorts* That is bad.

Think it was worth it, though. Most of them are good guys. Just... y'know. Young and testosterone-filled.

S'what happens.

Yeah. But I definitely need a break from playing drill sergeant all day.

Eat ice cream! {it's Jennifer's answer to everything}

Do you have some to spare?

No, but I know the best place to steal some from. {it's her new hobby}

Next gate activation from Earth should bring me my ice cream maker.

Try not to stress them for a couple days.

I'll do my best... maybe I could draw signs instead.

I'm sure they'd have something in the lab instead. A portable computer notepad or some such.

I doubt it would have the same effect. Even if I included grumpy smileys.

Oh, well you could always get someone to help you.

I'm good, doc, don't worry.

Ah, but that's my job.

What! No shit?

Smartass.

*looks alert, hand on his gun* Where?!