Stargate: 1939
Quote:
Albert Einstein, Indiana Jones and Chesty Puller aren't very good at staying inside the lines some days.
Which way, Bra'tac?" Major Puller took a moment to light a cigarette. The near-identical nature of the golden corridors was confusing to him. Before
Bra'tac could speak, a heavy bulkhead slammed down with a clang, sealing one of the corridors.
"I'm gonna guess that one." Indy smirked as he reloaded his pistol.
"Indeed." Bra'tac sighed. "Beyond that door is access to the engine room as well as the only path to the command level. We do not have the
tools or the time to overcome this door. We must abandon your chariot and move quickly, down to the second under-level and across the ship."
"Forgive me." Albert's head poked out of the door of the Tiger, and he gingerly stepped to the deck. "But I have found that when presented
with a problem…" He gestured to the 61 mm mortar they had recovered from the remains of their camp in the temple, 'it is best to look at it from a
different angle."
"Doc," Puller took a puff on his cigarette. "I think you might be my favourite person on this planet."