~One~

Jack O'Neill walked out on the fishing platform at his cabin in Minnesota.

~Two~

Jack O'Neill set up his fishing gear.

~Three~

Jack O'Neill put up a chair.

~Four~

Jack O'Neill sat in the chair.

~Five~

Jack O'Neill started fishing

~Once I caught a fish alive~

Jack O'Neill felt something pull on his line and found a fish.

~Six~

Jack O'Neill sat down.

~Seven~

Jack O'Neill fainted from the fact that he caught a fish.

~Eight~

Jack O'Neill awoke moments later.

~Nine~

Jack O'Neill still looked surprised.

~Ten~

Jack O'Neill recovered a bit.

~Then I let it go again~

Jack O'Neill let the fish go.

~Why did you let it go?~

Jack O'Neill looked even more surprised and slumped back into his chair.

~Because it bit my finger so~

Jack O'Neill looked down at his finger in a state of shock.

~Which finger did it bite?~

Jack O'Neill looked confused, but then he's easily confused.

~This little finger on my right.~

Jack O'Neill looked at his right finger then ran inside the cabin to dress his finger.

AN: I know that was a bit weird (understatement) but it came up after I was having a very mad conversation with my friend Paula. Hi Paula. Paula left when I finished this, so at the moment it's unbatad so excuse any mistakes!