SGA Bulwer-Lytton Contest!

[trinityofone]

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

It hurt me to write this . . .

[everysecondtues.livejournal.com]

"I think we should give up our weapons," John earnestly explained, eyes shining like a full moon on a starlit night, lips quivering like a bowl full of jello [an:but not lime jello-- I hate lime jello] "and if we do that, and try to explain to the wraith about world peace, and happiness, and, and puppies, than we can all be happy and listen to the beatles and rodney will finally love me."

Ronon giggled.

"Let's just kill them all," suggested Weir.

Re: It hurt me to write this . . .

[wildgreentide.livejournal.com]

"Let's just kill them all," suggested Weir.

Ha! Fabulous.