*Bristles, raising his chin pugnaciously and folding his arms*
Who said I was afraid? I just don't understand this fetish you lot have for doing uncomfortable, humiliating things to us. Dressing us up in women's clothes, making us PREGNANT, turning us into animals (and women!), giving us drugs, forcing us to have public sex on alien altars...
"Ooh, look at Rodney McKay, foremost physicist and greatest genius in two galaxies, in a cute little mini-skirt and lace panties! Isn't he adorable! Don't you just want to squeeze him until he vomits?" Honestly, you're all deranged. And I'm convinced it's just to laugh at me. Well, laugh away, because once I've worked out the interface between this thing and YOUR reality, there are going to be some *changes* in fandom.
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Who said I was afraid? I just don't understand this fetish you lot have for doing uncomfortable, humiliating things to us. Dressing us up in women's clothes, making us PREGNANT, turning us into animals (and women!), giving us drugs, forcing us to have public sex on alien altars...
"Ooh, look at Rodney McKay, foremost physicist and greatest genius in two galaxies, in a cute little mini-skirt and lace panties! Isn't he adorable! Don't you just want to squeeze him until he vomits?" Honestly, you're all deranged. And I'm convinced it's just to laugh at me. Well, laugh away, because once I've worked out the interface between this thing and YOUR reality, there are going to be some *changes* in fandom.