things you would not want to hear on the SGC's intercom

[Mimzy]

: Umm, Walter...she's been dead...
Walter: Oh, yeah. Right. Ow.
Nikola: *puppy dog eyes to *
: Oh, all right...*ruffles*
Nikola:

[GSRgategirl923]

Walter:Could someone help me maybe..?
-Stands Up-
Walter:Oww!!Your standing on my hand!!
Oh sorry...Uhm sam can't you run the gate by yourself?

[AtlantisRules!!!]

I dont know the address...
Walter: And what makes you think I do?!

[GSRgategirl923]

Well i know the address
Give it to me now!!
Okay, okay, relax!!
Nikola:Don't tell her to relax!!


Walter:help....?

[AtlantisRules!!!]

actually... I forgot it..
Nikola: AUUGH!! *flying leap tackles him again*

[GSRgategirl923]

Nicky:-punches Daniel repeatedly in the face-
ow!! i--was----just---kidding---!!!
Nicky:oh.....
-Dials Gate- Is that all you need???

[AtlantisRules!!!]

Nikola: No.. I need my PIGEON!! *runs through Gate*

[GSRgategirl923]

Wait for me!!-steps on walter-

[AtlantisRules!!!]

Walter: AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGH!!!

[Mimzy]

*on the other side*
& Nikola: So many...pigeons...
*random music starts playing and Magical Trevor appears*
Disembodied Male Voice: (singing)
He's back, and he's got a new trick!
Magical Trevor is ten times as slick as the last time!
The last time, you saw him!

You might think his new trick is sick,
Sawing a pigeon in half with a stick...

Nikola: NOOOOO! MY PIGEON!!!!! *tackles Magical Trevor*

[AtlantisRules!!!]

I'm not sure what you are referencing so I am just making things up now

Nikola: *hits a button on Trevor by accident*
Trevor: *singing*

Spoiler:

Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter,
Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o,
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.
Tom's going home again water-lilies bringing.
Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?
Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
Tom's going on ahead candles fo to kindle.
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.
When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow.
Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you.
Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!
Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!
Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties.
Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together!
Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,
Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather,
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,
Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water:
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!
Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow;
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
I had an errand there: gathering water-lilies,
green leaves and lilies white to please my pretty lady,
the last ere the year's end to keep them from the winter,
to flower by her pretty feet till the snows are melted.
Each year at summer's end I go to find them for her,
in a wide pool, deep and clear, far down Withywindle;
there they open first in spring and there they linger latest.
By that pool long ago I found the River-daughter,
fair young Goldberry sitting in the rushes.
Sweet was her singing then, and her heart was beating!
And that proved well for you - for now I shall no longer
go down deep again along the forest-water,
not while the year is old. Nor shall I be passing
Old Man Willow's house this side of spring-time,
not till the merry spring, when the River-daughter
dances down the withy-path to bathe in the water.
Ho! Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo!
By water, wood and hill, by the reed and willow,
By fire, sun and moon, harken now and hear us!
Come, Tom Bombadil, for our need is near us!
Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow,
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the master:
His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.
Get out, you old Wight! Vanish in the sunlight!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the barren lands far beyond the mountains!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.
Wake now my merry lads! Wake and hear me calling!
Warm now be heard and limb! The cold stone is fallen;
Dark door is standing wide; dead hand is broken.
Night under Night is flown, and the Gate is open!
Hey! now! Come hoy now! Whither do you wander?
Up, down, near or far, here, there or yonder?
Sharp-ears, Wise-nose, Swish-tail and Bumpkin,
White-socks my little lad, and old Fatty Lumpkin?
Tom's country ends here: he will not pass the borders.
Tom has his house to mind, and Goldberry is waiting!

Nikola: WTF?

[Mimzy]

I'm not sure what you are referencing so I am just making things up now

Nikola: *hits a button on Trevor by accident*
Trevor: *singing*

Spoiler:

Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter,
Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o,
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.
Tom's going home again water-lilies bringing.
Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?
Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
Tom's going on ahead candles fo to kindle.
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.
When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow.
Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you.
Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!
Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!
Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties.
Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together!
Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,
Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather,
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,
Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water:
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!
Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow;
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
I had an errand there: gathering water-lilies,
green leaves and lilies white to please my pretty lady,
the last ere the year's end to keep them from the winter,
to flower by her pretty feet till the snows are melted.
Each year at summer's end I go to find them for her,
in a wide pool, deep and clear, far down Withywindle;
there they open first in spring and there they linger latest.
By that pool long ago I found the River-daughter,
fair young Goldberry sitting in the rushes.
Sweet was her singing then, and her heart was beating!
And that proved well for you - for now I shall no longer
go down deep again along the forest-water,
not while the year is old. Nor shall I be passing
Old Man Willow's house this side of spring-time,
not till the merry spring, when the River-daughter
dances down the withy-path to bathe in the water.
Ho! Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo!
By water, wood and hill, by the reed and willow,
By fire, sun and moon, harken now and hear us!
Come, Tom Bombadil, for our need is near us!
Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow,
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the master:
His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.
Get out, you old Wight! Vanish in the sunlight!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the barren lands far beyond the mountains!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.
Wake now my merry lads! Wake and hear me calling!
Warm now be heard and limb! The cold stone is fallen;
Dark door is standing wide; dead hand is broken.
Night under Night is flown, and the Gate is open!
Hey! now! Come hoy now! Whither do you wander?
Up, down, near or far, here, there or yonder?
Sharp-ears, Wise-nose, Swish-tail and Bumpkin,
White-socks my little lad, and old Fatty Lumpkin?
Tom's country ends here: he will not pass the borders.
Tom has his house to mind, and Goldberry is waiting!

Nikola: WTF?

Magical Trevor 2 (there are 4 ) and yes, i'm the person who made the comment about tesla underneath the video

[HAL2100]

Carter: "THE SGC intercom will be intermittently available while we test a possible upgrade to video."

[Bagpuss]

Hi everyone.

HAL's put his idea into the Ask the Mods thread.
See this post :
http://forum.gateworld.net/showpost....postcount=7917

We don't want to derail this thread and your game,so if you'd like your opinion heard yay/nay ,then send me a pm .

I'll collate all the feedback and take it from there .
No changes will be made till we have a consensus.

Over and out for now !

Bagpuss.

[Mimzy]

I'm fine with the change...it makes total sense, anyway