Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG1 blah, blah, ecetera...
Authors note: This is my second fanfic, first completed. Sorry if the song offends anyone, I don't mean it to, but I skipped all the really rude stuff out and all the wonderful things that happen to the guy. My brother is in the ATC, air cadets and he taught me this song. Please review, I don't mind verbal abuse, but please don't say anything too harsh.
The parachute song.
« He jumped 30 thousand feet without a parachute, He jumped 30 thousand feet without a parachute, He jumped 30 thousand feet without a parachute And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Glory, glory what a heluva way to die, With a finger up your..."
"JACK! Would you please not sing that song when we're about to jump out of a plane!"
"Sorry Danny; didn't know you were that bothered."
"It's just I don't know why we're jumping out of a perfectly good plane which is in full working order." The archaeologist said hugging himself.
"It's called parachuting Daniel, and you have to know how to do it and practice every now and then to be able to work in the air force."
"Maybe I should have joined the Navy, I don't mind swimming." Dr Jackson muttered to himself.
"It's a piece of pie." Shouted Colonel O'Neill above the roar of the planes engines. "Now were was I?"
"They scraped him off the runway with a plank of 2 by 4..."
"JACK!"
Authors note: This is my second fanfic, first completed. Sorry if the song offends anyone, I don't mean it to, but I skipped all the really rude stuff out and all the wonderful things that happen to the guy. My brother is in the ATC, air cadets and he taught me this song. Please review, I don't mind verbal abuse, but please don't say anything too harsh.
The parachute song.
« He jumped 30 thousand feet without a parachute, He jumped 30 thousand feet without a parachute, He jumped 30 thousand feet without a parachute And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Glory, glory what a heluva way to die, With a finger up your..."
"JACK! Would you please not sing that song when we're about to jump out of a plane!"
"Sorry Danny; didn't know you were that bothered."
"It's just I don't know why we're jumping out of a perfectly good plane which is in full working order." The archaeologist said hugging himself.
"It's called parachuting Daniel, and you have to know how to do it and practice every now and then to be able to work in the air force."
"Maybe I should have joined the Navy, I don't mind swimming." Dr Jackson muttered to himself.
"It's a piece of pie." Shouted Colonel O'Neill above the roar of the planes engines. "Now were was I?"
"They scraped him off the runway with a plank of 2 by 4..."
"JACK!"