Better than Sex

Rodney McKay was in heaven.

Crispy, salty, messy, greasy-brown-spots-on-the-T-shirt heaven.

Some angel in the kitchen had whipped up a special Canadian snack for the scientist: French fries and gravy. Dr. McKay sighed in bliss as he dipped a fry into the gravy and bit the end off it. Better than sex, he thought.

Only when Todd and his guards sat beside him in the mess hall did Dr. McKay realize he’d been thinking aloud. His face flushed with embarrassment at Todd’s reply.

“Obviously, Dr. McKay, you have not had sexual relations in quite some time.”