"What you have to understand is that the Jaffa culture..."
Daniel attempted a patient and diplomatic tone.
"Take everything literally and have no sense of humor, I get it!"
Jack finished Daniel's sentence, and was not attempting any kind of diplomacy. To the surprise of no one; the gruff man was sweet at heart, but almost completely incapable of anything but spontaneous honesty.
"Sir, you have to sit still, or I can't get the wound clean."
Captain Carter gently guided Jack's face to the left, while swabbing the wound with clean water from her canteen.
"I don't hold it against him. Apparently Jaffa people don't slap people AS A JOKE!"
Jack raised his voice at the last three words, taking a jab at his friend's inability to understand levity and comedy. Teal'c, who had been observing from the other end of the room, stepped forward.
"I am most regretful to have harmed you, O'Neill. But as you say, to the Jaffa, violence is no joke. Unless one is a child and unable to see its seriousness. When your hand came towards my head, I took the logical course of action."
"And made me bleed with your canteen bottle?"
Jack looked inquizitively at his large friend.
"Indeed."
Teal'c inclined his head.
"So what's your explanation for why I have to go through hell because of that guy?"
Jack turned to Daniel, while motioning his head sideways to imply Teal'c.
"Uhm..."
Daniel looked puzzled for a moment, but then a light was lit in his eyes.
"I know! I know!", he said with delight, "because it sucks to be you."
Carter fell backwards, her canteen emptying itself over her uniform as she rolled with laughter.