M is for MacGyver
"I am unfamiliar with this warrior. Is he employed at the SGC?" Asked Teal'c, eyebrows were knitted in confusion.
Daniel's finger continued to trace the text of an ancient piece of parchment on his desk, as he gave his Jaffa friend a quick glance, smiling in obvious amusement.
"No, Teal'c, he's a fictional character from TV. He's an action hero of sorts, known to be a brilliant mind. Getting out of jail with the help of some gum and a paperclip. That kind of thing. I thought you'd know of him, you've watched a lot of TV."
Teal'c shook his head.
"Why would one endeavor such an escape?"
"It makes good TV, Teal'c. It doesn't have to make sense. Plus, we do some pretty weird stuff too."
"I have never used chewing gum or office supplies in battle, DanielJackson." Teal'c intoned severely.
Daniel guffawed in laughter and met his friend's dark eyes.
"Then maybe you should try it; bring a paper clip, stab the crap out of a Goa'uld. Or put recently chewed gum everywhere and have them step in it. That'll show the bastards."
Teal'c didn't respond, instead simply inclined his head and left. Daniel picked up his phone, and quickly dialed a number.
"Yeah, Sam, it's Daniel" he said, "I'm pretty sure I broke Teal'c again. He's probably coming your way, there's gonna be talk of weaponry. And MacGyver."
