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“I know what I said after Doranda, but it hadn't occurred to me that your faith in my abilities would grow this annoying,” Rodney muttered, wiping slime from the "holy" grotto onto his pants. Who kept their Ancient powered religious icons in a swamp?
“You’ve ruined me for all other geniuses, McKay,” Sheppard said, clapping Rodney's shoulder.
"Well, it was disgusting, but easy enough," Rodney admitted grudgingly.
"C'mon, I'll buy you a beer." Sheppard pointed at Rodney's glistening hands. "I think they brew it from that algae."
"Hardly a recommendation," Rodney said - but really, it was the thought that counted.