Prompt: I won't tell a soul...
Word Count: 148
"It is going to be the apocalypse!" Rodney snapped, pacing anxiously in front of Elizabeth's desk, "The apocalypse I tell you!"
"Rodney, you need to calm-"
"CALM! Don't talk to me about calm! I am the absolute picture of calm and poise and--and---and---"
"That isn't funny, Elizabeth!"
"Really Rodney, calm down."
"I highly doubt you would be able to calm down were you in my predicament!" He exclaimed.
"Well, after living in the Pegasus Galaxy for how long, you'd think you'd know better than to just go touching any old glowy alien device you find, Rodney."
"So I'm getting what I deserve, is that it?"
"I didn't say that at all," Elizabeth replied calmly, "But you do have to take into account that you are responsible for the outcome of your actions."
Rodney stopped pacing, "Well how was I supposed to know that…that…thing would make me PREGNANT?"
A/N: And thus ends the Snarktastic legacy. I'm not doing anymore drabbles for this series after this one, I just don't have the energy for it. Plus a couple of the others could conceivably stand alone as one shots because they're so long. I think 25 is a good number to stop at, for now at least, but I'll still take requests and prompts by all means.