I never ceased to be amazed at his prowess at being able to lump two-hundredweight sacks of coal, which seemed as big as he was, up perhaps four flights of narrow stairs

All those green fuckasses, environmental jack-offs. You know why Coastal's going to win the fight to drill off Turtle Key?

The shoulder harp or nanga had a boat-shaped sound chest.

LOL! Gotta admire you for sticking by your man, Eve. And look at the bright side of things: Every fandom has a canon whore, the one that fanficcers write into every compromising kama sutra sexual position paired with absolutely /everybody/ all the way down to the scum of the galaxy. And in the Stargate uni, the canon whore isn't Jack; it's Daniel.