Activity in the control room continued as normal; Siler fine-tuned some equipment; Walter ran a gate diagnostic; Sam uploaded a new sub-routine into the main computer.
"…This is an insult to the United States Air Force, I won't stand for this, and I'm going to make sure your ass gets kicked from here to…"
"Hey, Carter! Y'wanna get some cake?" Jack O'Neill strolled into the control room nonchalantly, oblivious of the offensive commotion.
"Sure sir. Just give me two minutes to finish this, then I'll join you," she replied gratefully, glad of a break.
"…Your head is going to roll for this outrage. No, I don't give a damn about being reasonable, not when some bureaucratic tosser…"
"Finished, sir."
Just at that moment, Teal'c strode into the heart of the SGC. Despite the noise, he seemed unaware of anything untoward taking place. He didn't even raise an eyebrow.
"Major Carter, Colonel O'Neill, would you care to join me in the commissary? I believe they have just made a fresh batch of chocolate cup cakes."
"…Like you fuck up the entire system by dumping shit like this on my desk…"
"Yeah, I know. We were just going ourselves. C'mon, let's go before every marine on the base gets there."
Sam giggled. "You mean, before Jonas gets there, sir."
"…Go take a running dive into a vat of acid, dickhead. Clear out your ears and listen… Oh, quit giving me that crap…"
"Indeed. I believe that Jonas Quinn could eat more cup cakes in one sitting that even Daniel Jackson could."
"Talk of the Devil. Jonas, did ya leave us any cup cakes?" teased the Colonel.
"Ha ha, very funny, I was just going to… What the…!"
"…Fuck off, you wanker, no son of a whore is going to rip off this facility with a load of bullshit…"
Jonas turned crimson at the choice phrases. "Um, Colonel O'Neill, sir, is that General Hammond…!"
"Welcome to the SGC, Jonas. This is the infamous, 'Electricity Bill phenomenon,'" kindly explained Sam. Jack just smirked.
"Ya see, Jonas, once a year, General Hammond receives the SGC electricity bill. It takes a few guys at NASA to calculate.
"…BOLLOCKS!" came the loud exclamation from the General's office.
"For some unknown reason, the arrival of this bill turns General Hammond from being polite and courteous…" started Teal'c.
"…Into a rude, short-tempered and foul-mouthed man," completed O'Neill, still smirking, "But it works, though. The bill does get mysteriously reduced by a few million…"
"Oh," said Jonas, still in a state of shock.
"Yeah, ya get used to it after a while. Other bills do that to him too, but the electricity bill is always the worst. Just don't ever let me catch you using language like that, OK, kid?"
"Yes sir," complied Jonas meekly.
"Now, who's coming to the commissary, people?"