'Where's the "ee"?'
'Where's the "ed"?'
'Any chance you'll help fix this while vowel-lashing me with your tongue?'
Sam pauses over the ZPM. 'I told you my anatomy was off-limits in conversation from now on.'
'It was metaphorical. Why, can you literally...?'
'Lash. With your tongue?'
'What the f...?'
'You said "anatomy" first.'
'You said "tongue"! Always the same: your runaway mouth on my physical attributes.'
'There! You said "mouth"! Mine on your attributes. You're obsessed, woman.'
Sam's fist breaks her pencil. Splinters fall into open circuitry.
'That was your fault.'