"It's roast leg of bludibeest, sirs. We're planning to make it into bludibeest burgers."
The Marine in charge of what, here in Atlantis, is being turned into a mess hall spoke blandly as he and his two superior officers stared at the massive haunch of blue and green 'meat' that had to be threat assessed before it was offered as Thursday's main course. "The Athosians swear that that it's some sort of giant dog-pig-thing they eat on a lot of planets these days, and it should taste good with the pickled purple... whatever they are that she brought back from her scouting trip."
"You sure of this?" Sheppard said finally, trying to work out the size of the animal this must have come from.
"Miss Emmagen is, sir. She brought the whole carcass back to Atlantis from the mainland." There was a note of awe in the Marine's voice. "There'd be three, maybe four meals in it."
Which was good, because the MREs and prepackaged 'food' they'd brought through the Stargate wouldn't last much longer, and they do have to start eating the local cuisine, no matter how it looked. Or smelled. Or tasted.
Speaking of which...
"Have you tasted it?" Bates cocked a skeptical eyebrow.
"We thought it better that the officers in charge do sir." One of the other Marines offered helpfully, not even blanching at the look his two superiors gave him. "Or maybe the geeks."
Sheppard tried to imagine McKay or any of his people agreeing to put blue-green burger in their mouths, but his imagination paled.
"Or maybe Ms Weir, as civilian commander of the expedition, would like the honour."
Suuuure, she would... not. Sheppard sighed, reminded himself that he was a big, tough Colonel in charge of big, tough Marines, and took the forkful of bludibeest that was held out to him. His big, tough Marines watched in awe as he opened his mouth, shoved it in, chewed for a minute...
And choked.
"Not burgers," he managed to wheeze, after he'd spat it out and Bates helpfully whacked him on the back a few times. "Definitely not burgers."
"Pizza, maybe?"
"Some sort of hash, we..."
Sheppard shook his head. "Try cake," There was a blank silence, "or ice cream, everyone likes ice cream, even if it is fake. But leave the purple pickled whatevers off."
"Sir...?"
Sheppard managed to crack a grin. Might not feed the soldiers, or get main meals out of Teyla's bludibeest, but he'd been around McKay and his geeks long enough to know that it would prove pretty invaluable when the supplies from Earth ran out. "It tastes like coffee."
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard and Marines (and waaay over the 3 sentence thing :)
"It's roast leg of bludibeest, sirs. We're planning to make it into bludibeest burgers."
The Marine in charge of what, here in Atlantis, is being turned into a mess hall spoke blandly as he and his two superior officers stared at the massive haunch of blue and green 'meat' that had to be threat assessed before it was offered as Thursday's main course. "The Athosians swear that that it's some sort of giant dog-pig-thing they eat on a lot of planets these days, and it should taste good with the pickled purple... whatever they are that she brought back from her scouting trip."
"You sure of this?" Sheppard said finally, trying to work out the size of the animal this must have come from.
"Miss Emmagen is, sir. She brought the whole carcass back to Atlantis from the mainland." There was a note of awe in the Marine's voice. "There'd be three, maybe four meals in it."
Which was good, because the MREs and prepackaged 'food' they'd brought through the Stargate wouldn't last much longer, and they do have to start eating the local cuisine, no matter how it looked. Or smelled. Or tasted.
Speaking of which...
"Have you tasted it?" Bates cocked a skeptical eyebrow.
"We thought it better that the officers in charge do sir." One of the other Marines offered helpfully, not even blanching at the look his two superiors gave him. "Or maybe the geeks."
Sheppard tried to imagine McKay or any of his people agreeing to put blue-green burger in their mouths, but his imagination paled.
"Or maybe Ms Weir, as civilian commander of the expedition, would like the honour."
Suuuure, she would... not. Sheppard sighed, reminded himself that he was a big, tough Colonel in charge of big, tough Marines, and took the forkful of bludibeest that was held out to him. His big, tough Marines watched in awe as he opened his mouth, shoved it in, chewed for a minute...
And choked.
"Not burgers," he managed to wheeze, after he'd spat it out and Bates helpfully whacked him on the back a few times. "Definitely not burgers."
"Pizza, maybe?"
"Some sort of hash, we..."
Sheppard shook his head. "Try cake," There was a blank silence, "or ice cream, everyone likes ice cream, even if it is fake. But leave the purple pickled whatevers off."
"Sir...?"
Sheppard managed to crack a grin. Might not feed the soldiers, or get main meals out of Teyla's bludibeest, but he'd been around McKay and his geeks long enough to know that it would prove pretty invaluable when the supplies from Earth ran out. "It tastes like coffee."