[As far as Rodney is concerned, it's definitely not funny. Not even a little. This is the worst thing that has happened to him since he got to this place, bar none. When Poe strides out of the bedroom, he's still sitting at the tiny kitchen table with his face in his hands, groaning slightly as he tries somehow to wipe the images out of his brain.
Lifting his head a little, he squints at Poe with a slightly squinted expression of distrust and sardonic unamusement.]
Good morning...what was it? Doe?
[Shaking his head, he sighs and pushes up to his feet.]
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Lifting his head a little, he squints at Poe with a slightly squinted expression of distrust and sardonic unamusement.]
Good morning...what was it? Doe?
[Shaking his head, he sighs and pushes up to his feet.]
You ever heard of hanging a sock on the door?