CHAPTER 4
MEETING THE MAYOR
At the Prancing Pony Inn just outside of Ponyville, Col. O'Neill was slowly coming to life. He looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand next to the bed. It read 8 A.M.. He had slept unusually good, for being in a strange location in a bed that he wasn't used to. The bed was most comfortable for his tastes. Of course, O'Neill could sleep on a rock slab with no blankets or pillows, if he had to.
He got dressed in his military fatigues, went to the door that lead to the outside, unlocked it and slowly opened it. He was immediately met by a dark brown coloured pony with beige mane and tail with a serious look about him.
"Good morning!" he said in a rather cheerful voice. "What's a guy gotta do to get breakfast around here?" he asked the officer.
The officer looked him over. "Wait a few minutes." He said, then left.
Humpf. Mr. GRUMPY! Col. O'Neill thought as he closed the door.
He knew that he couldn't venture outside without a police escort. He was reminded of this by Sheriff Harding yesterday just before he and the rest of SG-1 were dropped off at the hotel where they were to spend the night. "It's for your own protection." Sheriff Harding reminded him.
"Do I have to ask permission to take a pee!?" Col. O'Neill asked sarcastically.
Sheriff Harding flashed his usual smile before wishing he and the rest of SG-1 a good night.
Barely five minutes had gone by when a knock came at the door. "Mr. Grumpy" had come back with a tray carrying what looked to be bran cereal, white toast, a grapefruit, orange juice and coffee. "Thank you." O'Neill said as he took the tray, set it down on the luggage rack next to the door and closed said door. Can't expect bacon and eggs from a bunch of vegetarian ponies! He thought to himself as he glanced at the tray.
The breakfast itself wasn't particularly tasty, but he had eaten worse fare before. At least Mr. Grumpy was gracious enough to give me strawberry jam to go with the toast, he thought to himself. Strawberry jam was his favourite. It was his late son's favourite, too! They had often shared strawberry toast for breakfast when he was still alive. Every time he had strawberry jam toast, he thought of his son.
As soon as he finished his breakfast, he lay back down on the bed with cup of coffee in hand and grabbed the bulky T.V. remote. Yeah, DEFINITELY 90s, and made for ponies, he thought to himself as he glanced at the overly large buttons that were obviously made for pony hooves to handle, and switched on the T.V. on the coffee table across from the bed.
The channel that came on was a local channel showing the morning news, but all the reporters talked about was the "strange bipedal creatures" that were brought to the police station yesterday. He flipped the channel. Same thing. He kept flipping channels, and came across what looked like their version of C.N.N., only the bottom right hand side of the screen showed a logo that said P.N.N.. Pony News Network! O'Neill thought to himself with a chuckle. What was being broadcast was a female news anchorpony interviewing a panel of experts about the hyoo mahns that appeared in the small town of Ponyville. The questions that were asked were along the lines of: Who were they? Where did they come from? What are they doing here, and what are their intentions? Even here, the news is sensationalized! O'Neill thought with disgust.
He then picked up the phone's receiver on the night stand. It was a bulky thing that reminded O'Neill of those old touch tone phones that were around back in the 80s, only more pony sized with a larger receiver and hoof sized buttons. CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK went the buttons as he dialed a particular number. "Carter, it's Jack." He said into the receiver. "Yeah, I know I'm not supposed to call you, but have you checked out what's on T.V. yet?" "Well, I think you should. Seems were making headline news!" "Yeah, we're on every channel." O'Neill kept flipping until he came across a channel that was showing a music video featuring some pony rock group. "Except one! It looks like their version of MTV, only it's called PTV", O'Neill said as he squinted to read the logo's lettering on the bottom right hand side. "Three guesses as to what that means." He said with a chuckle. "Anyway, it's on channel 53, if you wanna check it out. It seems to be the only channel where were not featured!" Then he saw a caption showing the name of rock group. The Cleveland Hooves, O'Neill read. They looked to be playing hard rock stuff.
Then the image cut out to reveal a deep orange coloured female pony with blue eyes and olive green coloured mane. The mane was thick and curly. To O'Neill, it looked almost like an afro.
"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a PTV exclusive!" she said in a decidedly British sounding accent. "An extraordinary occurrence in the small town of Ponyville yesterday as four creatures of unknown origin were brought into the local police station for questioning. What you're seeing is video footage of the creatures captured by a local bystander, and then sent into us. It clearly shows the four strange creatures being led inside the precinct by the local Sheriff and some of his Deputees."
"I spoke too soon, Carter! Looks like we're making headlines there as well." O'Neill said.
"Thusfar, the local authorities have refused to comment about this unusual event, but we'll keep you posted throughout the day as new developments occur. We'll return you to more fun and music right after this!" the female announcer said before they cut to commercials.
A knock came at the door. "Gotta go! Someone's knocking. I'll talk to you later." O'Neill said as he hung up the phone. He then got up to answer the door.
He was expecting to see "Mr. Grumpy"; but instead, a younger looking dark grey male pony with light brown mane and tail greeted him. He was visibly nervous.
"Oh!" the young male said in surprise. "S-sorry to bother you. I just received word from Sheriff Harding. The Mayor and The Town Council have agreed to meet with you this afternoon. They've arranged a special session for this."
"Well, that's great!" O'Neill said, delighted with the news.
"We'll come pick you and your friends up at around 1 o'clock this afternoon to bring you to the Town Hall."
"Not that paddy wagon again, I hope…"
The young pony smiled and chuckled. "N-no, sir! We'll see if we can arrange more suitable transportation."
"Wait! Did you just call me sir!?" O'Neill asked.
"I… I guess I did, sir." The young pony said nervously. "I mean… you are a military Colonel where you come from, are you?"
O'Neill nodded. "I am. So you have respect for us military types! I like that! Ever think about joining the Army? Presuming you have an Army on this world?"
"Just the local Militia." The young male admitted. "But I'd much rather be a cop. Sheriff Harding's taught me a lot since I joined the Force." He smiled.
"Well, that's good." O'Neill said. "What's your name, son?"
"Uhh…F-Featherweight… Featherweight Smith?"
"Well, nice to meet you, Featherweight! I'll see you this afternoon, I guess…" O'Neill turned to go back into his hotel room. "Oh! By the way…" He turned back, just remembering something. "I will need to get in touch with my superiors. I was due to report back yesterday, but Sheriff Harding decided otherwise. They're probably worried sick right now. But to contact them, I will need to use the Stargate."
Featherweight gave him a questioning look. "I-is that really necessary?"
"Well, let me put it this way…" O'Neill began as he leaned against the doorframe. "If I don't report backafter a certain time, my superiors will send an SG team through to look for us, and they may or may not be as friendly as we are…" O'Neill raised an eyebrow.
"I-I see…" Featherweight became pensive. "I'll see if I can arrange an escort…"
O'Neill smiled. "Good! OH, and can you promise me no more Harry Krishnas on our way to the Town Hall this afternoon?" He joked, thinking of the ponies in togas wielding tambourines he saw yesterday.
"Huh!?" Featherweight looked confused.
"Never mind!" O'Neill said. "I like ya, kid!" He patted Featherweight on the shoulder. "There should be more like you on the Force."
Featherweight smiled. "I'll be right back." He dashed off to arrange the necessary escort to the Stargate on Fire Mountain.
"Thank you!" O'Neill called out to him before going back into his hotel room, satisfied with the negotiations.
"It's Colonel O'Neill!" Sargeant Harriman announced from his console at the SGC's Control Room. He had been monitoring the incoming transmission from P3X-2G2 that turned out to be Col O'Neill finally establishing radio contact with the SGC to deliver his preliminary report.
General Hammond immediately came to stand next to Sgt. Harriman. "Colonel, this is General Hammond. It's good to finally hear your voice again." He said into the radio receiver.
"It's good to hear your voice too, sir!" O'Neill said in reply. "Sorry for the delay, but the local authorities wouldn't allow me to report back until now."
O'Neill had brought the M.A.L.P. out from the cave in order to establish a clear signal through the Stargate. Harriman's computer monitor showed a grainy image of the forest background behind O'Neill was proof of that. It turns out the D.H.D. was still functional, but it needed a new supply of power crystals. O'Neill took care of that using some spare crystals that were included in the supplies being carried by the M.A.L.P.. They always included some spare power crystals as a precaution.
"Good timing, too!" General Hammond said. "We were about to send out SG-3 to search for you. How are the locals?"
"They're friendly enough, but extremely cautious. They wouldn't let me come back up here without a police escort." O'Neill said as he glanced over his right shoulder. "There's two of 'em here with me now, but they refuse to come on camera. They're a bit shy…"
"What do they know about the Stargate?" Hammond asked.
"Turns out they don't know much about the 'gate, or how it works. My two friends here were quite shocked when the wormhole was opened!" O'Neill answered.
"What about the rest of SG-1?" Hammond asked.
"They're doing just fine, sir!" O'Neill answered. "I'm sure Jackson's gonna take advantage of this Town Hall meeting this afternoon to ask permission to explore the nearby cave. He's hoping to find remnants of that Goa'uld lab he keeps talking about!"
"All right. I'll expect your next report as soon as that meeting you have with the local government is over." Hammond said.
"Roger that! O'Neill out." O'Neill said. Then he pressed the button on the M.A.L.P. to turn off the camera. The image on Harriman's computer screen went black, then the Stargate's wormhole WHOOSHed close behind the IRIS that served as a shield against anything hostile that would come through the wormhole. It was only through a special signal transmitted through the wormhole by the off world SG teams for the IRIS to be opened and allow the teams to come through the wormhole. If they came through the wormhole with the IRIS still closed, they were as good as dead.
"I'll be in my office, if you need me." General Hammond said as he walked away.
"Yes, sir." Harriman said from his post.
Sheriff Harding made good on his promise to provide better transportation for the SG-1 team from the hotel to the Town Hall. It was in the form of taxis. At least it's not that paddy wagon, O'Neill thought to himself.
When they arrived at The Town Hall, they saw several police officers surrounding the building. They really went all out in insuring our protection, O'Neill thought to himself.
"Look at 'em all!" O' Neill commented. "It's like we're foreign dignitaries, or something."
"Well, in a sense, we are." Dr. Jackson, sitting next to him, said.
O'Neill glanced at him. "Well, we really don't need this much protection." He said.
Two taxis were provided for their transport. O'Neill and Jackson took one while Captain Carter and Teal'c took the other.
Strangely conspicuous by their absence was the media. There were no reporters, no pony carrying video or picture cameras to be seen. Looks like the Town Council must've kept this meeting pretty hush hush, O'Neill thought to himself.
When the taxis pulled up to a stop in front of the Town Hall, a police officer was assigned to open each of the taxis' door to let them out. They were then guided inside and led to the main Council Room.
Once inside, though, they noticed that room was packed. The flash of picture cameras came from all around them! Even though the meeting must've been kept a secret, word must've gotten out to a select few! Col. O'Neill was sure the meeting will also be caught on video, like all Town Council meetings are.
The sound of tambourines and chanting echoed from the back of the room. Oh, God! They're here, TOO! O'Neill thought in frustration. "Those guys are really getting on my nerves!" O'Neill whispered to Carter in irritation. Carter could only smile at her Commanding Officer.
"Order! ORDER!" a nearby Bailiff called out, which immediately silenced the noise of the religious fanatics. There was still some mutterings here and there, however, as well as the noise of picture cameras snapping their shots. "Order!" the Bailiff called again, which silenced the remaining noise.
O'Neill looked into the crowd and saw Patch sitting towards the middle. She was sitting with what looked like members of her family. O'Neill also saw her filly friends sitting with their families close by. A lot of them were either shocked or surprised at the sight of the hyoo mahns entering the room. "Patch and her friends are here." He whispered to Carter. She glanced to see where they were sitting in the crowd.
The SG-1 team were led to a table large enough for all of them to sit. Even though it was a Town Council Room, it looked more like a Court Room to SG-1. It seemed to be fitting, however, as they were about to be put on "trial" by the Town Council.
"All rise!" the Bailiff called out once everything was in place. Everybody stood from their seats. "This special meeting of the Ponyville Town Council is now in session. His honour the Mayor, and Associate Councilors presiding!"
The Town Council, with the Mayor leading the way, entered the room. He looked to be a middle aged pony with dark grey body. His mane and tail looked to be a mixture of light blue and blond. The six Town Councilors were ponies of varying colours with their bodies, manes and tails; and looked to be of varying ages. They were four males and three females in all.
They moved to a long table facing the room and took their own respective seats. On the wall behind them was what looked to be the town's Coat Of Arms. "You may be seated." The Mayor said in a voice that sounded a bit raspy. It surely denoted his age! Everybody sat down again.
"Well!" The Mayor began. "Let me start off by saying this is the first ever such meeting in the entire history of Ponyville. Never before have we had the honour of welcoming such guests as these four… hyoo mahns… (I hope I'm pronouncing that correctly)" he said as he gestured towards SG-1. "sitting before us today.
"The way this meeting will work is that you will each speak in turn telling us who you are and what your purpose is. I would like you to stand as you speak, so that all can see you as you talk; and please, only speak one at a time!"
Yes, MOTHER! O'Neill thought to himself with a roll of his eyes.
"Now, who wishes to speak first?" The Mayor asked.
O'Neill stood up. "Since I'm the leader of this fine group of HUMANS, I'll go first."
The Mayor smiled. "Good! Can you tell us your name and who you represent?"
"I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill of the United States Air Force… representing Earth!"
"Nice to meet you, Jack O'Neill! I'm Mayor Thunderhooves Jenkins. I'm currently serving my third consecutive term as Mayor of this fine town."
"Congratulations!" O' Neill said. "I've been a military man for most of my life…"
"I commend you!" Mayor Thunderhooves said. "Now, can you tell us how it is you and your friends got to Ponyville?"
Captain Carter stood up. "I can answer that one. We came through the Stargate."
"Star Gate?" The Mayor asked with some confusion.
"I believe you call it the Ring Of Fire." O'Neill said. "Up on Fire Mountain."
Several mutterings erupted in the crowd. "Order! ORDER!" the Bailiff called out.
Once everything became quiet again, the Mayor continued. "I must say, this is an extraordinary revelation!" he said with a chuckle. "Some of our best Scientists have examined the Ring Of Fire for years, and have never been able to figure out what it was. In fact, it's greatly believed to be a shrine of worship for the servants of the Great God."
"Yeah, about that…" O'Neill began. "That person you refer to as The Great God is NOT a God at all!"
Louder mutterings and a few gasps emerged from the attending crowd. The Bailiff tried to call for order again, but the mutterings continued for a few more minutes. When it finally died down, the Mayor spoke again.
"Now that you mention it, Colonel O'Neill, our dear Sheriff Harding provided me with the transcript of the questioning he conducted yesterday with you and your friends…" He trailed off as he shuffled through some papers in front of him. "AH, here we go!" he exclaimed as he came across a particular page. "This is what you said during that interview when the subject of our Great God was brought up and I quote: 'That being you call The Great God is NOT a God at all! He belongs to a race of aliens called the Goa'uld, and their sole purpose is to conquer this entire galaxy, and enslave every inhabitant who happen to live in it.' How very curious!"
More mutterings came from the crowd. The Mayor waited patiently until the noise died down before continuing. "These are your own words, Col. O'Neill. Do you realize that what you are saying may be considered borderline blasphemy by a lot of my constituents?"
"But it's the TRUTH!" Col. O'Neill exclaimed.
The crowd erupted into gasps and more mutterings. This time, it took several calls to order by the Bailiff before the crown finally quieted down again.
"Let me state for the record that we do not disbelieve you, OR your friends, Col. O'Neill;" the Mayor said. "and unlike many of my predecessors, we want to keep an open mind on the subject. We want to know what you know. That's all!"
O'Neill relaxed. "Thank you." He nodded and sat back down.
"But let's not get ahead of ourselves." The Mayor said. "Since we already know who you are, Col. O'Neill, it's only fair that we know who your friends are as well. Starting with you, young lady!" He pointed to Captain Carter. "Please stand and tell us your name and occupation."
She stood up. "Captain Samantha Carter of the United States Air Force. I'm an Astrophysicist."
"Thank you. And you, young male?"
Dr. Jackson stood up. "I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson. Archaeologist and Egyptologist."
"How curious…" Mayor Thunderhooves mused. "Thank you."
Somewhere in the crowd, a young male pony's ears perked up. He was a classmate of Patch's, and was most interested in hearing what Dr. Jackson would have to say.
"And you?" The Mayor asked as he turned his attention to Teal'c.
The big Jaffa stood up. "I am Teal'c. Unlike my friends here, I do not hail from Earth."
More mutterings came from the crowd, softer this time.
"Where do you come from?" The Mayor asked.
"From a planet called Chulak. I belong to a race known as The Jaffa."
The crowd started muttering again.
The Mayor chuckled. "Well, this raises even more questions from me." He motioned for Teal'c to sit back down. The big Jaffa did so.
"Now that that formality's out of the way" The Mayor began. "We now come to the most important questions we have, and the main focus of this special Council meeting. I would like you all, in turn, to tell us about Erth… and these Goulds… starting with you, Col. O'Neill…"
For the next two hours, each member of the SG-1 team told Mayor Thunderhooves and the Town Councilors what they knew about Earth, the Goa'uld, the Stargate/Ring Of Fire, and other related things. They faced several questions from the Mayor and the Town Councilors about what they knew. When it was Teal'c's turn to speak, they asked him several questions about Chulak, the Jaffa, and his life as a Soldier in the Jaffa Army; but mostly about his time as First Prime of Apophis, and how he came to defect and join SG-1.
Towards the end of the session, when all of the questions were answered, the Mayor spoke again. "Before we conclude this special session, I think I speak for all of my fellow Council members when I say that these fine people here are not to be detained or confined in any way any longer. They have not shown any open hostilities towards us, and do not appear to show any hostile intent whatsoever. Therefore, it is the decision of this Council that these… humans… and this Jaffa… are shown every courtesy and hospitality that this town has to offer."
Mayor Thunderhooves stood up. "Now, if there is nothing else-"
"Actually…" Dr. Jackson interrupted as he stood up.
This brought more mutterings from the crowd.
"Yes, Dr. Jackson?" Mayor Thunderhooves sat back down.
"I would like to ask permission to explore the cave that's next to the Stargate."
"May I ask why?" The Mayor asked.
"Let's just say that I believe I can find something of importance there."
"Some of our best Archaeologists have already explored that cave. They've gone over it with a fine toothed comb. Other than some clay pottery and remains belonging to our ancestors, they found nothing of relevance… Besides, that cave is under our protectorate; as is the entire area surrounding The Ring Of Fire."
"Nevertheless, I'd like to explore it myself…"
Amidst some more mutterings from the crowd, Mayor Thunderhooves nodded pensively. "We will consider your proposal, and get back to you…"
"How soon?" Dr. Jackson asked.
"We'll let you know." Mayor Thunderhooves said. "Now, if there is nothing else, this session is adjourned!"
The Mayor and the Councilors all got up to leave. The group of religious ponies started shaking their tambourines and chanting again as SG-1 got up to leave the room as well. Some of the ponies in the crowd, especially reporters, tried to get near the SG-1 team, but the police officers surrounding them prevented anyone from getting too close to them.
It was pretty tight quarters headed down the hallway leading from the Council Room; but once they reached the Town Hall lobby; there was more room to breathe, despite the huge crowd of ponies that were gathered.
"COLONEL O'NEILL! COLONEL O'NEILL!" a mare's voice called from behind them. The SG-1 members saw that the police were holding back a teenaged mare, who was trying to get to them.
"It's all right, boys!" O'Neill told the cops with a wave of his hand once he saw who it was that was trying to get to them. The officers relaxed and allowed the mare to approach SG-1.
"Patch!" O'Neill exclaimed. "I thought that was you I saw in the crowd…"
"We just had to come and hear what you and your friends had to say." Patch said.
"I see you've brought the whole class with you as well." O'Neill said, noticing the large group of teenaged ponies that accompanied her.
"This is more than just the whole class" Patch chuckled as she glanced at them. "This is the whole school. We go to a one room schoolhouse on the outskirts of Ponyville, and have been since 9th Grade!"
"And I presume you're gonna go to the same school until you graduate?" O'Neill asked.
Patch smiled and nodded. "Yes! Graduation's next year! We can't wait…"
This told O'Neill that Patch and her friends were the equivalent of 16 to 17 years of age, by Earth's standards. Of course, he didn't know if they actually were 16 to 17, for he didn't know how fast they aged.
"A one room schoolhouse…" O'Neill told Jackson. "That's a little more rare, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but there are still some floating around on Earth…" Jackson said in reply.
"Are there many such schools on this planet?" O'Neill asked.
Patch nodded. "A few…"
"Well, good!" O'Neill said.
"Excuse me?" said an older looking mare as she stepped forward. "I am Miss Hackney. I am the Teacher at the one room schoolhouse Patch and her friends go to." She had light purple fur, and her mane and tail were a darker purple colour, almost lavender. She also wore round rimmed glasses. Her "talent mark", as SG-1 came to learn was what they called those tattoos on their flanks, was a small chalkboard with the no. 2 written on it.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Hackney." Col. O'Neill with a slight bow. "You look to have a fine group of students here."
Miss Hackney giggled. "Yes, they are pretty special. Anyway, I was wondering if you and your colleagues would be willing to come to our school and talk to my students about what you do where you come from, as a sort of career day…"
Col. O'Neill saw the anticipation in Patch and her friend's eyes. He could see that they wanted him to say yes. "Well, that would depend on my superiors; but I think we'd be delighted. Right, gang?"
"Sure!" Capt. Carter said with a smile and a shrug.
"Why not?" Dr. Jackson said. "It's not like I haven't done it before…"
"Indeed." Teal'c said simply with a light smile and slight bow.
Patch and her friends seemed to breathe a huge sigh of relief as they muttered pleasantly amongst themselves.
"Wonderful!" Miss Hackney exclaimed. "Shall we do this, say, tomorrow?"
"Well, that's a bit short notice, but… yeah, I think we can swing by…" O'Neill said.
Miss Hackney smiled. "Excellent! Be there at 9 A.M. sharp. Sheriff Harding can provide you with the directions. Don't be late!"
"We won't! Don't you worry…" O'Neill said.
"Ahem." Said an orange coloured mare with peach coloured mane and tail as she approached. She was accompanied by the teenaged mare known as Bon Bon. "Pardon my intrusion, but I'm Angel Food Johnston, Bon Bon's mother…"
"Ma'am…" O'Neill said with a nod to her. He noticed that her talent mark looked to be a piece of vanilla cake with chocolate frosting. He guessed that she must be some kind of baker.
"Since The Mayor said that we are to show you every hospitality this town has to offer, I was wondering if you and your friends would like to come over to our house for dinner tonight…"
"Dinner?" O'Neill asked.
"Yes… It was mostly Bon Bon's idea…" She admitted.
"I was planning to bake cookies for all of us in the process…If it's all right with you…" Bon Bon admitted.
"Well, of course it's all right! We love cookies!" O'Neill joyfully admitted. "Even big Teal'c here! Right, big guy?"
Teal'c simply nodded, showing his slight smile.
"We hot him hooked on doughnuts." O'Neill whispered to Angel Food. "He has nothing like that on Chulak. I'm pretty sure cookies'll be a cinch!"
Angel Food giggled. "So I take it that you accept our invitation?"
"Absolutely!" O'Neill said with a flourish.
"YES!" Bon Bon exclaimed as she got up on her hind legs and lifted her forelegs up above her head in joy.
"OH! I should mention that we are a pretty large family, and all of Bon Bon's friends will be there as well."
"Well, we have an old saying where we come from: The more, the merrier!" O'Neill admitted.
Bon Bon giggled. "We have the same saying…"
"Well, then, we share that much in common!" O'Neill said with a smile.
Angel Food giggled. "It would seem so. Anyway, here are the directions to our house…" she began.
O'Neill motioned for a pad and pencil, which was handed to him by a nearby police officer. "Okay, shoot!"
Once he got the directions, SG-1 and the happy group of ponies went on their separate itineraries for the rest of the day: SG-1 went back to the Prancing Pony Inn where they were to relax until their dinner date with Bon Bon, her family and friends that night; and the ponies for an afternoon of fun playing soccer at the local park.
Col. O'Neill went back up to the Stargate on Fire Mountain to make his report to the SGC. At the same time, he also asked that some of their civilian clothes be sent through, since they were going to be spending the week on P3X-2G2, and they didn't want to be stuck wearing their Army fatigues all the time. At the same time, he asked for his and Capt. Carter's dress uniforms for the school presentation they had to make tomorrow.
When O'Neill told General Hammond of their plans for the evening, the General reminded them to "be on their best behaviour as the goodwill Ambassadors of Earth".
"Yes, daddy!" Col. O'Neill said jokingly.
General Hammond couldn't help but smile. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do. General Hammond out."
With this, the Stargate's wormhole WHOOSHed closed. Col. O'Neill picked up a couple of the suitcases containing the clothing he had asked for, and asked for the two pony police officers who had accompanied him to help with the rest. They now had everything they needed for their weeklong stay on P3X-2G2, the planet the local inhabitants called Equus.