“Harkness, I’m gonna kill you!”
Jack looked up from his paperwork, confused, as Owen slammed a piece of alien tech down in front of him.
“And you’re threatening homicide why?”
“You told me this… thing was a medical diagnostic machine! I turned it on and found myself watching blue movies!”
“Still not seeing the problem.”
“Gay alien tentacle porn, Harkness! There’s not enough brain bleach in the universe!”
Jack looked at the device.
“Oops, my bad. Gave you the wrong one. Sorry, try this one.” He handed Owen a similar device.
“That’s it? Sorry?”
“It was an honest mistake!”