A/N - This is a response to a drabble challenge centered on General Hammond dealing with the Goa'uld. It is 103 words long. I simply cannot be succinct enough to write a 100-word drabble. I just don't have it in me.
The General resisted the temptation to roll his eyes. 'I hate God-like aliens.'
Sekhmet projected arrogantly before them hovering above the ramp, the typical Goa'uld sneer replaced by an insouciant glower.
"I am Destuction Incarnate. The Tau'ri shall know my incomprehensible power!"
The General sighed, "Destuction incarnate, huh? Why don't you come on through? We can handle the formalities of our unconditional surrender."
The twinkle in his eyes was all the communication necessary between them. Sam held her hand over the iris controls at the ready. Sekhmet wasn't likely to fall for it, but a girl could hope, couldn't she?