A tale of mystery, intrigue, and alien critters!

Comic, nine pages.

“You complete and utter moron! How on earth did you manage to get to this galaxy, let alone survive so long without being killed, while being such a total imbecile? Can you even read? There was a report, a detailed one! Shall I do the next one with pictures and small words?”

“B-” Rodney had no chance to get any further than that.

Ponytail snaps, "Blow me."

"Please. I wouldn't suck your cock if you were wearing chocolate pants."

John hides a snicker with another retreat to the kitchen, and picks out the biggest muffin for Cup Guy; he's an asshole, but he deserves a big muffin for coming up with that one on the fly.

Maybe it also has something to do with the easy, casual way he said suck your cock. John's only human.

Lady Elizabeth Weir's dinner parties were commonly acclaimed as a venue for clever conversation and wit.

"Maybe it's just regular, good old fashioned burnout," John suggested. "Maybe all you need is a vacation."

"'Maybe all you need is a vacation'," Rodney parroted. "Please. I'm not stupid, you know." Then he looked stricken. "I'm not stupid yet."

Even as he walks down the corridor, familiar and wrong, he is trying to fit into the role.

The Pegasus Tinies: A Dreadful Abecedarium, with Selected Illustrations.

An illustrated alphabet of death.

I was ready for a little dark. Which was why I took the night beat when I made detective the year after arriving in Seattle.

Besides, nobody gets themselves murdered during the day.

And I seemed to have a knack for solving murders.

Unwilling to accept that Sateda has been destroyed, Ronon -- newly aided by the citizens of Atlantis -- convinces Weir to let him visit his homeworld and see things for himself.

Sometimes, maybe it is Logopolis, after all.

Ladies and gentlemen, your driver of the Number 21 Air Force Ford Fusion, John Sheppard.

"Does this mean you're pansexual?" Sheppard asked Ronon. "I don't know what that means," Ronon said. "Yes, let's just stand around here all day making jokes about Ronon having sex with pancakes," Rodney scoffed. "That'll be really productive."

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She sees patterns and portraits; she picks out its secrets, and as she reads the book, the book reads her.

Rodney McKay and laser beams of Lesbos.

He’s got the fingers of one hand curled loosely around the neck of a bottle of sweet, dark Czech beer, the name of which he can’t even begin to pronounce when he’s sober (“Vikl… Vel… Velaka… ” “Is beer, John. Just say beer.”)

The first thing Major Lorne learns about Atlantis is where to get it. The military isn't so different from prison in a lot of ways and knowing who can get it for you, whatever it happens to be, is a similarity they'll always share.

God, Rodney could start to hate temporal mechanics.

Atlantis knows and is grieving and Radek finds himself murmuring softly to her as he works on her infrastructure, even though he's not sure she can hear him.