Chapter 14
"Is there something that you are not telling us, O'Neill?" asked Teal'c.
Daniel and Sam took one look at each other and burst out laughing. After about, ooh say 2 minutes, Sam was on her knees laughing, and Daniel was rolling around on the floor. Hell, even Teal'c managed a smile. O'Neill, however, was not amused.
"Hey! Teal'c, I expected more from you! How could you? Respect your CO!"
"I am sorry O'Neill. However, I want to know what you are not telling us."
"Well, if you must know…I have decided to pull out on this mission."
"General Hammond will be most displeased."
"Yeah, well, the…um…the truth is that- I'm allergic to fungus."
Daniel sighed loudly. "Well, duh, so am I."
They had no chance to continue the conversation further, as a whole heap of Jaffa had their staffs trained on 'em.
"Surrender now or die," said one, his hard black eyes glittering dangerously.
"OK, OK big guy…don't shoot – we ain't go any weapons anyway."
The Jaffa gestured something to another and Sam, Daniel, Teal'c and O'Neill were taken away.
SG-1 was forced to kneel before someone wearing a bloody awful outfit.
"Watz y'all doin' here, yo?"
"Would you cut out the street speakin' please?" asked O'Neill, annoyed.
The Goa'uld nodded, now talking fluent Jaffanese. Daniel had to translate.
"'You will be tortured for information and then will be killed,'" he translated slowly. "How bad can a street talking Goa'uld torture?"
Another Room
SG-1 sat in a row on the floor, Sam on the end next to Daniel, O'Neill next to Daniel and Teal'c next to him. They were before a long-range telecommunication ball. It switched on. The worst show in the world came on. Play school.
"NOOOO!" cried Daniel, "Not in this way, God, PLEEASE! I don't want to go like this!"
After one hour of watching Play School
Daniel lay on the floor, eyes wide and blank. Teal'c was dead to the world, apparently in some form of kelno'reem. Sam was awake, but not for too much longer, it seemed.
"Sir," she said, words slightly slurred from tired and boredomness, "I think some sort of signal being transmitted through the long range communication deviiiiiiiccceeeee." She finally lost consciousness and drooped where she sat.
"Carter," said O'Neill, looking like a zombie, "Why won't they just play the Simpsons?" And went to sleep.
By the time the clock ticked one hour and ten minutes, SG-1 had succumbed to the power of Play School.
This is the dumbest thing I have written in my whole life.
Oh and by the way 'Bloody' is a word that in Australian slang language is an emphasis of something.