The Jaffa guards of Appohis were instantly alerted when the gate had activated, though instead of the usual blue even horizon, the portal was red and looked like blood. When the portal closed it left behind only a crumpled figure in black.
"Wakey, wakey Hank!" a strange insane voice sounded all around the body, permeated by static from time to time.
The crumpled figure glowed brightly for a moment and then shifted. Within moments, the figure stood up and looked around through piercing red sunglasses, unwillingly grinning with it's metallic jaw.
'Just do what comes natural. –Tricky'. The battered undead being known as Hank J. Wimbleton read the letter next to the sword stuck in the ground. For a moment it considered to lie down again, but the prospect of slowly rotting to death was unwelcome. Without effort Hank pulled the sword out of the ground and turned to the Jaffa who were reasonably pale…
"Kill…" the single word made the Jaffa guards of Appohis open fire with their staff weapons; unfortunately for them Hank covered the distance in less time it took them to aim.
When the SG-1 arrived to the planet through the Stargate, the only thing they found was a heap of body parts and dismembered Goa'uld symbiotes.