(trapped in a cocoon with Dex next to him, also trapped)
McKay: Wonder what they'll do to us? Feed on us, probably. I mean, that's... that's what they do.
Ronon: It's not gonna come to that.
McKay: Maybe... Earth'll probably mount some kind of defense... In which case I imagine death would be instantaneous. Unless we're trapped on a
deck and on fire or something, then we'd be burned alive. Well, burned alive or suffocate. I wonder what'd be worse: being life-sucked by the Wraith or, or, burned alive. I honestly couldn't
consider two worse options.
Ronon: Stop talking.
McKay: OK, you know what? Make me!