"Hey, Teal'c?"
Teal'c inclines his head. "O'Neill."
Colonel O'Neill gestures vaguely at the gold tattoo emblazoned upon Teal'c's broad forehead. "You ever want to get rid of that thing, I know a guy. He'd give you a good deal."
"Thank you, but I must decline."
"Oh? Why?"
Teal'c, as always, is as unreadable as a long-dead language and as immovable as steel. "It is a reminder of what must yet be done. We must fight, whatever the cost. And Apophis must die."
Colonel O'Neill shrugs and turns his attention back to the blue Jell-O wiggling on his spoon. "Suit yourself."