I laughed the entire time I was reading this. It's great.

hahahahahaha - this is hilarious!

Ok, now that I have read the whole story, and have torn it apart, on my computer anyway, I want to email it to you, but my computer says that your email does not exsist, I would post my comments, but they were 12 pages long, and I don't think that really is the way to go, so if you could email me I can then reply and then it should work. My email is priess_zeunabrea@

Ok, lets get one thing over with before I go through and mentaly tear your story to pieces, Teal'C with a CAPITOL C! Sorry, he is my favorite charactor and I will not permit people to spell his name wrong. Any other spelling issues I don't care as long as I can read it, but spelling my lust object's name wrong is not a good thing. Anyway, I will be off now to actually read the story. :)

This may be one of THE most fun "Tribble" stories I've ever read. It's pure silliness - I grinned all the way through. Thank you for a wonderful lift to my day.

you are a cruel, cruel person. yet at the same time increasingly funny. i can't wait to read the trouble with jack. i can only imagine what you'll put them through. maybe cater can take the blame.

Hehehe, very very funny, I can not wait to read the trouble with Jack!
Anyway, nice fic. And these new computers are really really really really good. So nice and up to date. And black!
Keep writing!

That was great! I just giggled myself silly at Jack stating that wheelbarrows would be found wherever the forklift came from!

Oh, my, THIS is funny.
So...my story is crazy, huh? But I like YOURS better!
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STAPLERS! i'll never see them in the same way again

"in an unusual display of emotion, tealc raised both eyebrows" HAHAHA!
brilliant.
I like this story alot!

hehehehe! nice.

Great story, I really enjoyed reading it.

I absoloutely LOVED it. LOL!
Is there any way I could talk you into emailing this story to me so I can pass it onto a few friends?

Very cute story. My solution, however, is much less humane.

Zat, zat, zat. No more tribbles.