A/N: I know in public Teal'c is referred to as "Murray" because people can't know he's an alien and blah blah blah but for the sake of this story he'll call himself "Teal'c".
Teal'c looked around, discombobulated. Where had the food court gone? Actually, now that he thought about it, where had the shopping centre gone? Teal'c looked around. He was standing in the midst of a dark, eerie tunnel. A foul wind sent chills down his spine. The entire place reeked of despair, smothering him like a rancid blanket. Or maybe that was just the stench of that rotting carcass beside his foot. A sudden noise made Teal'c spin around, reaching in vain for his beloved staff weapon that, sadly, was not there. The noise stopped, and Teal'c realized that there were now three small men standing before him. Their appearance reminded him of those the Tau'ri often designated as "hobos" or "Jet" – dirty, smelly, unshaven men with inadequate clothing.
"Who are you?" one of them asked in heavily accented English.
"Teal'c," Teal'c replied.
"From Ferris Wheel?" another asked.
Teal'c frowned.
"What is a Ferris Wheel?"
Their eyes widened. The tallest of the three, who had been the first one to speak to him, nervously asked Teal'c, "Are you from the surface? From America?"
Teal'c did not know how to explain that he was, in fact, from Chu'lak. And so he did what he had seen Major Carter do on many occasions when faced with the prospect of answering yet another of O'Neill's many, many questions. He simply smiled and said, "Yes."
The others gasped and began to whisper furiously amongst themselves. Teal'c understood nothing of what was said, but he assumed it was about him. Finally the tallest, who seemed to be the leader of this motley trio, stepped forward.
"I am Mohammed," he said, indicating first to himself and then to the other two. "This is Júan and Andrej. We are the workers of the Whirl-a-Twirl. You must come with us."
And with that, the three turned and scuttled down a side passage.
Teal'c followed his leaders through a maze of tunnels, finally finding himself in a large underground cavern. Teal'c looked at the scene before him with a mixture of awe, revulsion and a thousand other emotions he had never felt before. Decrepit shacks encircled a complicated labyrinth of wires and beams. Thousands of people, ranging from young babies to the elderly were going about their daily chores – washing, playing, or working within the labyrinth itself.
"What is this place?" Teal'c asked.
"This is home," Júan answered. Mohammed elaborated.
"It is the underside of Whirl-a-Twirl ride. When we came to America, we were given choice – either we are to be deported, or we work here. In return for manually spinning the ride, we are given place to live, and a never-ending supply of fairy floss."
His eyes narrowed. "We are slaves in the land of freedom."
"Mohammed, I believe it is time for a rebellion."