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Tripp Tucker and Catherine Langford get into trouble with some Nazis but the Enterprise and Indiana Jones are nowhere to be found.

We leave Atlantis celebrating a bittersweet victory over the replicators. There was a lot of troubleshooting, a little bit of Teyla, and one hand in a forehead.

Atlantis is Lost In Space with only seconds of relief between crises. Nanites not only regrow hair, but style it as well! Meanwhile Sheppard and Zelenka reenact scenes from LOTR, but in space! Everything seems dire despite Weir's new coif, but the team has an idea...

The IOA decides to make a pre-emptive strike against the Replicators. Since those always go well, everything on Atlantis is totally fine. There was definitely no retaliation and nobody was forced to abandon the planet.

Holy Hannah! It's the end of SG-1! And nearly the end of this podcast! We promise to not make it feel "unending," unlike this episode.

You know what you get when you hang out in dank, dark tunnels? Death. Monsters. Michael. Maybe don't hang out in dank, dark tunnels. And maybe don't accidentally create supervillains that bring you monsters.

How quickly can the team tie up a bunch of loose ends, including loose ends that really didn't need to be tied up? The rush to the finish continues with Goa'uld, Ori, and apparently Tok'ra.

The only thing worse than a wraith is a soggy, starving, angry wraith whose lonely because she ate all her friends. But now she's got plenty of new friends in the form of Team ShRRT and for some reason Dr. Weir. And it's even harder to stay lonely when you're inhabiting someone else's mind.

Vala's crappy dad shows up to scam the SGC, everyone on Earth, AND his own daughter. Lam's crappy dad uses her to set up a dinner with her mom/his ex. Yay...family?

All of Atlantis gets a day off. Rodney and Weir hang with their love interests. Ronon and Sheppard do some bonding. Teyla hangs with a friend. Nobody wants to go fishing with Beckett. Not even Lorne and Zelenka. Oh well, there's plenty of time for that next day off...oh.