Wimoweh
Rodney isn’t exactly sure how is that they ended up in the present situation. But what he is really really sure, absolutely with out a doubt sure, is that the moment they get to Atlantis the Colonel will start to experience many many problems with the environmental controls in his room…and the gym…and the mess hall… and pretty much every where, for a very very long time.
- Oh, c’mon Rodney is not that bad.
- I am a hippopotamus Colonel.
- Technically, around here is not a hippo, it’s a Wimoweh.
- I. AM. A Hippo!
- Hey, look at the bright side. After this Elizabeth will own us a favor.
- A HIPPO!!!
- Is everything right? - Asked from the door’s room the usual teacher of the kids.
- Everything is just fine, we just were discussing the tempo of the song.
- I see. If you are ready you can come out now. Oh, and I must tell that your portrait of the atlantean culture attracted a few of the elders who also want to see the presentation.
- A few? - Asked Rodney in a very tiny voice.
- We have a full room. - Answered the teacher before leaving them alone.
- You are so dead Shepard
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