"That's it, which one of you block-headed morons touched the alien tech in the 'very off-limits, very possibly black-hole inducing' corner of the lab again?"

"I assure you, none of us did," says Radek, peering at McKay's thunderous face over the rim of his glasses, "why do you ask?"

For the first time in a very long time, someone beats McKay at responding -- a very tiny black dragon pokes its head out from over McKay's shoulder, rolls one yellow eye at them, and gives them Sheppard's trademark lazy, lazy smirk.