SGA Bulwer-Lytton Contest!

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cincodemaygirl pointed out that the winners of this year's Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest have been announced. This is the contest where people try to create the worst opening sentence of a novel EVER. Glancing over the winners, I remembered that ages back someone had done a BtVS version of the contest. (My favorite entry was, and still is, "I'm back!" Riley said.) And I thought: Dude, we need to have the SGA version of this, like, yesterday.

So! Comment here with the worst possible sentence you can imagine opening an SGA fic. On Friday morning, I'll pick a winner and maybe a few runners-up and there will be prizes of some kind. (Maybe fic, maybe something else.) Hopefully, if enough people play, this will be entertaining enough to get us through to the premiere.

I may also compose a few bad sentences myself, although obviously, I am not qualified to win my own contest. *g* Oh, and please feel free to pimp this!

Okay...go!

ETA: In response to a question: Yes, you can enter as many times as you want. *eg*

Comments

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1) "FOOD FIGHT!!!!" the 38 year old, Military commander of Atlantis, Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard screamed before throwing his funky pink potatoes at Colonel Caldwell, before running from the Mess Hall, giggling like a five year old.


2) "I've determined Rodney's cause of death to be too much sex," Carson told the assembled command staff. As one, they all turned to glare at John. "What?" he shrugged.


3) "If you can't beat them, eat 'em," Ronon grinned smugly to himself as he tucked into his double decker Wraith burger with Queen Sauce