The team had been off-world for two weeks, and Jack, curse him, had forgotten to tape the show. The familiar theme began to play. Settling back into the couch, Daniel relaxed in anticipation. Half-listening, he heard the announcer say: "previously on Wormhole Extreme" then a montage of scenes played across the TV screen.

First the intrepid team visit made contact with an alien race. Ominous music played, then Dr. Levant, dashing young scientist, heroically sacrificed himself to save the aliens from their own folly. Next, one of the aliens, a self-proclaimed 'moralist' spearheaded an attempt to false accused Dr. Levant of sabotage, only to be foiled by Colonel Danning. Finally, the preview concluded with Dr. Levant's messy death, followed by a voice over cheerily announcing that the 'moralist' played by 'big name' Emanuel Lewis would be the new cast member.

Daniel's mouth dropped. Moving with the speed he normally reserved for evading staff weapon blasts, he picked up his cell phone and speed-dialed O'Neill's number. After several rings, he heard Jack say "yello?".

"Jack, we've got a problem," Daniel said, spluttering with rage. "They . . they killed me!"

"Danny, calm down, what are you talking about?," Jack said, anticipating the worst.

"Have you watched it? Have you?" Daniel practically screamed into the phone.

"Watch what?" Jack said, growing more perplexed.

"Wormhole Extreme! That's what!" Daniel shouted. "They've killed me, they killed me and replaced me with the kid from "Webster."

Jack was stumped. What on earth was Daniel going on about? Had all that gate travel finally caused him to flip his lid? "Fill me in, Danny, wouldya," Jack said.

"They killed off Dr. Levant and replaced him with the kid from 'Webster'," Daniel said.

The light bulb finally went off. "You're talking about the show," Jack said.

"Yes," Daniel hissed. "It's an outrage. Not only did they get rid of me, they replaced me with a former eighties child star."

Jack chuckled at the image. Racking his brain, he tried to recall the 'actor' Daniel was referring to. All he could come up with was a vague memory of an obnoxious kid with weird hair and an insincere smile. "Cousin Nicky?" he said.

"No, not Cousin Nicky, the other one," Daniel snapped.

"The midget?" Jack could barely contain his amusement. "Why are you complaining to me?"

"Come on Jack, you're the military advisor. DO SOMETHING!" Daniel yelled. "This is an extreme emergency!".