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John eyed the large goatlike creature with distrust. "Did that quack?"
"It likes you," Teyla said smoothly, with a glint in her eye that suggested she was having fun at his expense.
"That's why it was humping your leg earlier," Rodney added pseudo-helpfully. He wasn't even pretending not to find the situation hilarious. "Your aftershave probably mimics alien beast sex pheromones."
John looked to Ronon, hoping for sympathy. Instead, Ronon slid a finger across his throat and said, "Barbecue."
"You're all fired," John said, and stalked back to the jumper. The lovestruck goat-thing bounded after him, quacking its misguided passion.