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“Woah!” Dr. Baxter squealed. The sound had Sheppard swinging his gun up before the scientist shoved his arm into a hole and pulled out some freaky bug. "Remarkably similar to Hymenopus Coronatus!"
John's stomach roiled as he wrenched back. "You don't say."
Baxter flashed excited eyes at him before going off on a tangent about their sexual cannibalism.
John tried not to vomit. He didn’t need to know all the gross, he shuddered, bug stuff. He gritted his teeth. Out of anyone on Atlantis who could be stuck leading a team of entomologists off-world.
It just had to be him.
