Chapter 13
T'was indeed the…
COMMUNITY NOTICEBOARD! –fanfare-
And it had a map too!
"Thank god these Jaffa are so stupid," said Daniel, thinking this not for the first time. Although, getting closer, he realised that it was in Jaffanese, not in English.
Translating quickly, he worked out that it was in English, just had Jaffa symbols instead of letters.
"'Yo, you dawgs, dis is da map of da hoodz' geez these guys really have a thing with speaking the streets!" Daniel noted, taking one last glance at the map before turning down hallway. (He didn't know where the hell he was going.) At the end of it, was a large bowl of some description, so large in fact that it came up to Daniel's waist. He carefully peeked inside. An ugly pink mass of goo was inside, bubbling from a source of heat that was unknown to him.
Suddenly, there was a creaking noise coming from inside a wall. Daniel jumped back, finding nowhere to hide so he stood, defenceless, in the middle of the corridor. A large conveyor belt emerged from the wall.
"HUH?" was Daniel's response. "What the hell is this, a supermarket?"
Right on que, items came rolling out on this conveyor belt; first some beer bottles, then some chip packets and then a…baseball bat?
Daniel quickly collected the bat before it turned to ash in the pink crud, which was slowly turning a shade of red.
It might come in useful, he thought to himself. It had been a while since he had ever seen one of these things.
Then, SG-1's weapons started to roll out on the belt. They were going to be destroyed! (Oh my beeping god.)
Daniel's heart raced at the thought. He readied the bat in his hands, knowing he would not be able to stop the destruction of good weaponry with his bare hands. He lined up his shot…
The P-90 came down! He flogged it, sending it flying at least 25 metres down the corridor. Having no time to gloat about this magnificent shot. He hit the next weapon, and the next.
But he saw something that scared him more than anything else. It was his coffee warmer, lined up to go in the pink stuff.
PLOP!
Ooops, there went a bayonet. But none of that mattered now. His one and only priority was the USB coffee warmer. (Author reckons he needs to sort out his priorites.)
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He made a prolonged sound as he dived for the piece of metal. He grabbed it and moved to the side of the belt.
"Daniel!" Sam was calling his name from the end of the corridor. "Colonel, I found him!"
O'Neill's head popped around the corner. "Daniel, I thought I told you to stay with us!"
Daniel rolled his eyes. "Yes, mom."