Take today, for example. A fantastic trip to Minnesota for some great fishing. Bliss. Just Teal'c and I and the forces of nature. No technology, no communications and no people for at least five mile. I told General Hammond before I left that, if there was an emergency, the only way they were going to get a-hold of me was if Thor beamed me up. And if it was for the Tok'ra, then there was no way in hell I was going back to base. Anyway, there was no way of contacting me.
Or so I thought.
The crafty old General had given Teal'c a mobile phone. Can you believe it?
Just as I was explaining the finer points of the art of fishing to Teal'c, an infernal phone went off with its irritating electronic jingle. Damn Hammond, he'd deliberately taken advantage of the Jaffa's willingness to follow orders in order to manipulate him into taking it, knowing my buddy would do whatever he asked.
The caller was Daniel, asking about some goa'uld gobbledegook. That's another thing that annoys me about phones. Why is it that nobody ever calls just to say 'hi'? C'mon, ya think Daniel would ask how we're getting along, but no, he's just interested in some Egyptian jar. Like that's important.
What's more, any idiot, including Kinsey, Simmons and Maybourne, could've seen that Teal'c was trying to end the conversation for my benefit, yet Daniel insisted on prolonging the call.
Well, I ended it. In fact, I ended the whole phone, by removing the battery and hurling it someplace. I gave the phone back to Teal'c. Y'know, Daniel must've really upset him because the poor guy had a face like a smacked Tok'ra.
I soon began to cheer him up with some more fishing.
Next time, though, I'm going to check Teal'c's bag and pockets for any damn mobiles, but perhaps the loss of the battery will give a hint to the sneaky Texan about using my buddy as a Trojan Horse in future."