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I’m not sleeping in that.
Why?
Need I spell it out, Daniel?
Um, yeah?
It’s plaid.
More a tartan, I’d have said…
It’s plaid and it’s puce.
Princess.
What was that, major? Haven’t you finished yet?
Almost, sir. Another twenty minutes and the pulsar will be visible over the horizon. Then we can charge the power crystals.
Enough to get the Peltak working?
Hope so, sir.
I look forward to departing this world, O'Neill. My primta is unsettled by all this…
Plaid. The word is plaid, T, and I’m with junior. How’s the priest-lady doing?
The priestess said she’d let us out of this prison cell as soon as the pygmy people have passed by.
There’s a song in that line.
Do not start singing, Daniel.
Hey, what was that?
Ow.
Is that a dart?
Uh, oh.
I think – it might – be – poison…
Jack!