"Wos a mattah mate?"
"Why'm I talkin like this?" Teal'c didn't feel any different, aside from not having a clue what was going on, but somehow it felt natural so he kept shoving his way along the stage.
"Are you loopy mate? You've always talked like 'at. You been 'avin a wee toke wif out us now 'ave ye?"
That phrase didn't seem like it meant a good thing so Teal'c shook his head no slowly. He had a nagging feeling like he wasn't supposed to be here but there was nothing to indicate that he wasn't supposed to be so he looked at the man who'd been speaking to him. The other man smiled at Teal'c and they continued shoving their way forward until they'd passed through a heavy door that was quickly slammed behind them. The noise back here was significantly lower but still there was a roar of noise in the room. Scantily clad women were flashing plastic badges at the men and proceeding past them to crowd around a skinny man with greasy hair and pasty skin.
"Now now ladies, there's plenty of the Ripper to go around," the skinny pasty man was saying in a voice that was more whine than average.
Once more feeling as if something were wrong and he didn't quite belong here, Teal'c looked around the backstage room they were in and tried to figure out what was making him feel so strangely. The room was crowded with people, many in black satin jackets like the one he wore. Across the front of the jackets on the breast was a name written in silver thread and on the backs of them was a large patch in gold and red that said "The Monarchs" on it.
Wondering what "The Monarchs" was, Teal'c continued to scan the room, noting many posters on the walls advertising various products such as guitars and beer. One of the guitar posters was larger than the others and centered in the poster was the skinny pasty guy holding a guitar that was shooting flames out it's end. The poster proclaimed that "Ripper" Rogers of The Monarchs only used Super Rocker Guitars. As his gaze circled the room he was bumped into by one of the scantily clad women who seemed to be extremely inebriated.
"Whoopsie…sorry there big fella. D'ya know where da bafroom is?" she slurred.
Teal'c didn't even think about the answer but immediately pointed across the room to a large green door. Wondering how it was he knew where the room she required was, he pondered his situation some more. When he could find nothing in the room to give him a clue he shrugged and made his way towards a large table with food spread out on it. Noticing that many of the women were making their way over here and taking small plates of food Teal'c thought that perhaps he should investigate over there.
As he wandered casually over to the side of the table the skinny pasty man approached him with a blonde woman holding his left arm and a brunette on his right.
" Ay there Marty, do us a favor mate and see that these two birds get some tickets to tomorrow night's show." Teal'c looked around confused, trying to determine who the man was speaking to. "Oy! Marty are ye deaf mate? I'm talkin' to ye. Get these dolls some tickets…"
"My name is not Marty," Teal'c said with a strange assuredness.
"Wot? Says Marty on yer jacket mate."
"My name is not Marty." Teal'c voice became deeper and he spoke each word slowly as if he were waiting for everyone to register the meaning of it. He looked down at the pasty man and raised his eyebrow stoically as he examined the man called Ripper.
"Right then, Fred, Barney, whatever yer name is, get these dolls a pair of tickets and 'urry up."
"I do not belong here." Teal'c drawled slowly.
"Aw bloody 'ell!" The skinny man pulled a small device that looked like a calculator out of his pocket and viciously stabbed at a few of the buttons on it. He glared at the machine and looked up at Teal'c. "Damn it all," he whined with out a trace of the accent he had a moment ago, "You must be another bug in the system. Guess I'll have to scrap this program too." He sighed and pushed another button on the device and everything went dark.