STORY NUMBER THREE: WE WENT SOMEWHERE, YEAH, THAT'S IT
Jack O'Neill has had his fair share of misdials, misunderstandings, mis-everything, but he's only once never spoken of a planet. He spoke of the planet he was imprisoned (well, all of the planets), and he spoke about hell-holes where he had terrible things happen, but he never spoke of this planet.
"It never even had a name, but Jacob Carter's Tok'ra ass had to lead us there. It was terrible! Do you remember those damn furry talking birds? Furbies! That's it. That planet was COVERED with them. I mean, furbies were fucking everywhere! They were humping your leg, fondling your hair, doing this, doing that, and just ruining everything. We were supposed to be there for one hour, but those bastards took the gate and Carter wouldn't let us shoot them, until one of those mother fuckers went after her coochie. That was a sight right there, her shooting her AK into her pants and watching fur go everywhere. 'KILL THEM!' she shrieked soon after. I think Teal'c even smirked when she told us to do that."
When O'Neill returned back to Earth, he told Hammond about everything, but he denied it.
"Nothing like a furbie would attack my men and sexually violate them. My granddaughter has a furbie, and she loves it," he chuckled. "I swear, it's impossible to get it away from her at night! And it talks to her, and she talks back. Oh! It can keep her entertained for hours."
Colonel O'Neill has a different piece of his mind to give the furbies, or us rather. He jumped into his F-150 and flicked us off as he sped away. If only he could do it on Furbie World, or whatever you want to name it. Either way, none of them will ever go back.