[He wakes to Rodney's complaints, and he rubs an eye, thoroughly confused at why he's seeing really bad wood paneling and what looks like a poorly decorated motel room coming into view around them.
...okay, first things first, they're not in Atlantis. The second thought he had is that they've been kidnapped or taken prisoner, again, but his brain can't quite reconcile the awful aesthetic around them. So maybe they were on a planet that was kind of advanced, at least advanced enough to get to the 70's or 80's, maybe? What was the last thing he remembers...?]
Rodney?
[Wait, what? He sits up in bed, suddenly very much quite awake.]
i. rip everything
...okay, first things first, they're not in Atlantis. The second thought he had is that they've been kidnapped or taken prisoner, again, but his brain can't quite reconcile the awful aesthetic around them. So maybe they were on a planet that was kind of advanced, at least advanced enough to get to the 70's or 80's, maybe? What was the last thing he remembers...?]
Rodney?
[Wait, what? He sits up in bed, suddenly very much quite awake.]
What the hell do you mean, my blood!?