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Adam Brody looked up from fiddling with his still when Dale Volker walked in, waving something around jubilantly. "Hey, Adam, look at this!" He held out his creation to Brody for examination. It looked to be some kind of makeshift guitar. Brody picked at it, twanging the strings and flicking the body.
"Looks good, Dale. Does it play?" he asked.
Dale grinned at him. "Watch me." He sat down on some boxes in the corner and started tuning up his cobbled-together instrument. Adam went back to his tinkering while Dale provided the soundtrack to his work. The astrophysicist plucked a few notes, vocalized for a few bars, then launched into song.
We were on Icarus one time
Dialing chevrons that numbered nine
We gated out to Destiny
Fuck, that's far away...
Adam laughed, recognizing the tune. He hummed along while he worked, Dale's lyrics bringing a smile to his face. Partly because they were funny, partly because they were sorta true.
I wanna go home
Please let me go home
I say screw new discoveries
I wanna go home
There was a plan by the IOA
That could get us home safe
But Rush said that it wouldn't work
And sent them away...
Chloe stuck her head in the door. "What's up? I heard the singing..."
Dale paused and patted the boxes around him. "Pull up a box, Chloe. I'm serenading Adam with the woes of being trapped out here."
Chloe leaned forward, interested despite herself. "Go on."
I wanna go home
Please let me go home
Drop me off at a wormhole
I wanna go home
So now I'm stuck here for years
Forever on Destiny, I fear
With Wray, Rush, Young, and Wallace...
He paused and glanced at Brody before finishing.
And a scientist making beer...
"Hey!" Adam protested. "This isn't beer, by any stretch, it's-"
I wanna go home
Please let me go home
All the food really sucks here
I wanna go home
So hoist up the aft nacelles...
"Does this thing even have nacelles?" Chloe wondered aloud. Volker ignored the interruption.
See how the hyperdrive burns...
"Actually," Adam put in, turning from his work, "it's an FTL drive. Hyperdrive is a lot more-" Volker cut him off with a glare and another lyric.
Tell Rush and Young to go to Hell
I wanna go home...
Dale strummed an instrumental, saying, "Alright, everybody, let me hear you. 'Fuck the stargate'." All three joined in on the last chorus, singing loudly and with gusto.
I wanna go home
Please let me go home
I say fuck the stargate
I wanna go home!