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Snack Foods of the Galaxy

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This story is No. 4 in the series "A Little Planet We Like To Call 'Home'". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Food is the one constant across the universe.

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Stargate > GeneralSpiffydaWonderSheepFR1371,54802928,6488 Dec 065 Jun 07Yes

Snack Foods of the Galaxy

I don't own either the BtVS characters or the SGC characters. I get no money for this. I spin me right round, baby, right round.

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"You say it's sacred tradition to hold a banquet to honor your new allies, and then you promptly try to POISON THEM?!"

"Should we, like, intervene?" Xander asked Major Sheppard.

"Nah," the Major said out of the corner of his mouth. "The best thing to do is let Rodney get it out of his system."

"First, we throw over all of our science and logic and start dealing in fairies and LEPRECHAUNS, but then--"

"Leprechauns don't exist!" Buffy called from across the room, then went right back to her conversation with Major Carter.

"Then there's these insane women who could all kill me, none of whom is Teyla who could kill me but has promised not to, and one of them pulled a piece of kindling on me earlier, the adrenaline could have caused an instant blood sugar crash--"

"Does he ever breathe?" Giles said, sidling up to Major Sheppard's other side, scooping some kind of paste off of his plate with crackers and shoveling it inelegantly into his mouth.

"He's worse than me on a snack cake binge," Xander said, a tinge of awe in his voice.

Sheppard made a note to never give Xander snack cakes.

"And now, NOW! You try to feed me LEMON BARS!" Dr. McKay finally ran out of steam and stood there, breathing heavily.

"You could have said, 'No, thank you'," Andrew sniffed disdainfully, taking the tray of offending cookies back into the kitchen.
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