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[k_in_black]

Two Men in Black come walking through the Door, and for once it's the taller one who looks cranky:

"Another one? What do you mean, 'They made another one?'"

"Like I said," the rounder one growls. "They made another one."

"It's been ten years! How the hell could they make another one?"

"Easy. They piled up a stack of cold, hard cash, and threw it at everybody in sight."

"Huh," K ponders. "Did they get everyone back?"

Zed shrugs. "Everybody who matters."

"Those two are even older than we are! Are you telling me they built a movie around those two gray-haired--."

"--Balding--."

"--Wheezing, decrepit--. Hell, my guy's got to be older than dirt by now."

Zed gives K a long look. "Let me buy ya a drink. Then I got to tell you something...."

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[k_in_black]

"That's usually the way it works, yeah."

"Hell, if you can make it to the end of the day without a part shot off and not covered in slime, then I say that's a win."

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel laughed.

"Well," said Daniel putting his hands on the Bar's surface, "I've been stuck on a ship in a time dilation bubble for the last six months. All the while wondering when the Ori weapon's fire is going to finally hit us. Sam's working on a way to keep us from all dying, but so far she's got nothing."

He downed his drink.

"It could take years."

[bring_a_sponge]

"Fuck me," Zed rumbles quietly.

K gives him a sympathetic look. "That's tough, friend. That's double-tough."

"Name's K, by the way," he puts out a hand.

The other man hefts his drink toward Daniel in an informal way, "Zed."

"This Sam of yours know what she's doing? Got you out of trouble before?"

[diehard_daniel]

"Daniel Jackson," said Daniel taking the hand and shaking it.

He picks up another glass of what the bar had refilled his glass with and sipped it a little.

"Oh, Sam, she's gotten us out of a lot of scrapes," said Daniel, "One of the smartest people I know. On this one though, I have no idea what she's doing."