Blame the 5 minute challenge on SGAHC and Jen for this example of sleep-deprived insanity:-)
"Holy crap," said Carson. "Is that what I think it is?"
Rodney looked smug. "Oh, yeah. Smuggled it all the way from Earth. And you'd better not tell a soul."
Carson raised his hands in mock horror. "I wouldn't dream of it. After all, you need to keep that... mind... of yours stimulated." He snickered.
"Oh, it's definitely not my mind that's in charge right now." smirked Rodney.
"Careful, we might need to get you a room if you keep going like this."
Rodney looked hopeful. "Really? Are there any vacant ones I can use to look things over? If you know what I mean."
Carson frowned. "I could let you use one of the isolation rooms. But I'm not sure it has the right equipment for what you need."
At that moment, John walked into the infirmary. "Hey, what are you two doing?" Quickly, Rodney grabbed his prized possession and hid it behind his back.
"What makes you think we're doing anything?" Carson asked with a sickly grin on his face.
John folded his arms across his chest. "Come on. Spill it. I was black ops, you know. I can outlast either one of you."
Rodney huffed. "Fine." He brought the object back into view. It was a magazine, opened to a very suggestive section. John looked at it, stared at Rodney, looked back at the magazine, and then shook his head.
"You guys are practically orgasmic over a computer game magazine? If I were you, I wouldn't tell anyone about this. Ever." He sauntered out of the infirmary, but gave one last parting shot over his shoulder. "Of course, I never said anything about me keeping silent."