"Daniel…" Vala whispered as a line of bald men with brown robes passed. "What are they?" She jumped when the men suddenly hit their foreheads with a board.
"I think they're Ori monks," Daniel whispered back. Vala frowned.
"Are they…singing?"
"Chanting," Daniel corrected.
"Monks do not generally hit themselves, correct?" Teal'c made sure. Cameron was on his knees, doubled-over in laughter.
"No…" he gasped. "No they don't."
"Bring out yer dead!"
The team whirled around to see a man pushing a cart full of… dead bodies. Sam wrinkled her nose.
"Ew…"
"I'm not dead!"
The team looked to where the desperate voice was coming from. A man was carrying an old, twiggy guy, who was flailing his arms and legs.
"But you will be soon!"
"I feel happy!" the old man exclaimed, his voice jumping an octave.
"I don't," Daniel muttered.
A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!