MST3K - Atlantis-Style
for just_katarin as comfort fic
ZELENKA: Seven thousand, five hundred forty-nine.
Rodney glared at Radek. "Why did you start off with such an easy one?"McKAY (sarcastically): Oh, please. Prime. Four thousand and twenty-one.
ZELENKA: Ah, nice try! Uh, not prime. OK -- Lieutenant Ford: five hundred ninety-nine.
FORD: I don't care if it's a prime number or not.
"Am I really that whiny?" Aiden asked, shoving Rodney over a little to sit next to Radek. Radek patted his hand.ZELENKA: Oh, come on. Yes or no?
FORD (clearly guessing): No.
ZELENKA (to Rodney): Ha! It's incredible! Ten for ten!
McKAY: He is terrible.
FORD: So I suck at Prime / Not Prime. Somehow I'm going to sleep tonight.
ZELENKA: At this point it's gone way beyond you not knowing your prime numbers.
"Yes," Aiden muttered. "Because they all seem to think I'm as dumb as a post. I did manage to learn something in elementary school.McKAY: It's a true / false game. Statistically, just by guessing, you should be getting at least half of these right. Look: nine ninety-three.
FORD (guessing): Prime.
McKAY: Oh, come on, that's an easy one! You hearing this, Hays?
HAYS (bored): Not really. Guess I've been too busy doing my job.
McKAY: We've already been through this section of Atlantis, Doctor Killjoy. It's structurally sound.
ZELENKA: Lieutenant Ford, would you mind being a subject of research paper on statistical probabilities? (He giggles.)
(Aiden, fed up and embarrassed, rounds on Zelenka.)
FORD: This is some sort of pay-back for guys like me beating up guys like you in high school, right? (He glares at Zelenka for a moment, then turns and stomps off. Zelenka stands there, startled, for a moment, then follows the others down the corridor to meet up with various other groups of personnel who have been investigating the area. At around that time, Elizabeth Weir contacts Rodney by radio from the Control Room.)
"Okay, that's it," Aiden finally ground out. "I'm not that pissy."