"Okay, sure," he muttered to the rest.

"Tell us if you find out anything more."

He nodded, then to Chris he yelled, "Whadda want Chris?"

Chris turned to the voice and found a head poking over the counter. "Orange juice will be fine, Danny."

"Ok!" Slowly, Daniel brought the awaited drink to Chris. In turn, he looked back at the pictures on the wall. Very few, but all of one or two people. Something was happening here that he didn't know about. So he was going to get to the bottom of this.

"Gen- George, who's this?" he asked innocently.

Hammond glanced down cautiously at Jack. The general hadn't had to make a cover story for quite sometime. But it wasn't something one forgot quickly. Hammond walked out from behind the counter to inspect the pictures.

"That's my son. Jack," the general bluffed. Chris smiled, it looked half fake though. The pictures there were of Jack in his uniforms, Jack fishing, Jack with his old military buddies, and one of all of them. Including big Daniel.

"Who are they?" Chris asked again, this time at the people.

"Jack's in the military, as you know. This is him in Kuwait. This is him and his friends Major Kawalski and Feretti. This is a picture of me, Daniel Jackson, Major Sam Carter, and M… Tom." He made up Teal'c's name quickly, belatedly remembering they had already used 'Murray.' "Tom's from a different country and he learned Oxford English, very formal. Tom is Murray's father."

Teal'c looked puzzled for a brief second and then uttered. "He is." Chris looked more convinced now.

"So that's the reason for the tattoo on his head," he said referring to Teal'c in the picture. Hammond nodded. His story had worked, for now.

"Yep, Murray has one too. It's their religion or practice. A little known one I'm afraid."

"Where's he from?"

Jeez, he's nosy! Jack thought to himself over by his kitchen. Daniel had joined them at the table by this time. So the whole team sat and listened.

"He's from some place deep in Africa… umm, Murray, where's your father from?"

Luckily, Teal'c had been given his cover story a few weeks before about where he came from.

"Djibouti, Africa. A little known place, but you are a formidable archeologist, are you not?"

"I'd like to believe so."

"Good."

Chris raised his eyebrows once and turned his attention back to Hammond. "Your son has some impressive friends."

Hammond nodded. "Yes he does." Jack certainly did have some… interesting friends. Chris felt proud of himself. He'd found a loophole.

"I didn't know Sunni Muslims liked to place gold marks on their heads."

They all went silent for a moment, before Teal'c, who had virtually no idea what he was talking about, spoke up.

"They do not Dr. Parson. My father's tribe was a little known tribe. It is not in any reference I have found. Only seven members remain to this day."

"Why is that Murray?"

"Because they were execrated and killed."

"Execrated huh?"

"Yes, my father has taught me the meaning of the word." Poor Teal'c felt that he was digging himself a hole, as Colonel O'Neill had put it once.

"Murray has a rather large vocab for someone so young."

"I noticed. Keep up the good work son!" he yelled to the children at the table. Teal'c bowed his head. His teammates snickered at their friend's voice onceagain. Chris felt discouraged to continue his prodding since his previous attempt failed.

"It look as if you should be proud of your-"

"OW!"

Hammond went to the table and found Daniel in pain. "What happened here?" SG-1 was almost in tears trying to keep themselves from laughing to hard. A bloody apple lay on the table and Daniel was still holding his mouth in pain. Hammond smirked.

Looking closely at the apple, Hammond found something white and red imbedded in it. Daniel looked up at the general.

"I lossst a toof!"