"You're an actor." Rodney repeated. "You're an actor." He stepped foward and poked David in the stomach, David just watched the finger with almost detached amusement. "A well fed one at that."

"Hey!," David gave a perfunctory slap of annoyance, but otherwise looked utterly patient as Rodney reasoned something out.

"So an actor with a job." Rodney started pacing. "A job that puts you in contact with us, or rather, people who look just like us, but with different names and--" Rodney stopped , throwing David a wide eyed look.

"Go on," David made a motion. "I'm not gonna say it."

"Oh god," Rodney sat back down abruptly. "You *play* me, don't you?"