Chapter 9
Daniel opened his eyes slowly. "I want a milkshake."
At this, various "huh?"s sounded around the room. They were in a holding cell, one that appeared of Goa'uld design, but obviously with less advanced security. For one, there was a lock in the door, as opposed to the six-symbols-on-the-pad deal and enter-the correct-combination-of-five.
Sam sat up. "Well, this looks easy enough."
O'Neill stood up and crossed to the entrance, pulling a thin strip of metal out of his belt. Daniel stared at him, attempting to copy what Teal'c would look like. Constipated.
"Who are you, MacGuyver?" he asked.
O'Neill's eyes were shifty. "Of…course not."
To prove his point (that he wasn't MacGuyver) he shoved the metal in the keyhole and screwed the simple job up by breaking the lock pick. The shape was of no use to pick any locks. O'Neill wrestled with the annoying piece of sh- metal until it came out of the lock.
Sam rolled her eyes. "I'll get it, sir."
She pulled a vile of green liquid from her pocket and removed the cap.
"What good is green tea going to do us, Carter?" asked O'Neill, sceptical.
"Uh, sir, this is sulphuric acid; highly corrosive," she said, pouring all the liquid she could manage into the keyhole and stepping back.
"Carter, why do you carry around sulphuric acid?"asked O'Neill. The metal creaked and broke. "Nice!"
Teal'c readied himself to kick the door open and assault all Jaffa guarding them.
SLAM!
Sam, O'Neill, Teal'c and Daniel all cringed at the groan a Jaffa gave as he had a door lobbed in his face.
Teal'c and Daniel, looking too much like James Bond wannabes, stood in the archway waiting for all other Jaffas.
"I can't believe this," said Daniel. "They only had one Jaffa guarding us. What's the deal?"
Then, they saw what the deal was.