The game was called: How Pete Should Die.
After Cassandra explained the rules, Daniel couldn't help but laugh. They each had to think of the best way possible to get rid of Pete Shanahan. After everyone had thought of one way, they would vote on the best answer. Jacob had quickly gotten out a pad of paper and Teal'c helped Cassie search for more. An uncomfortable and guilty looking Jack went to get everyone more beer.
All six of them sat around with note cards and pencils thinking. After a couple minutes the note card started to trickle down to Cassie. Jack was the last to turn his note card in. "Okay," Cassie said as she shuffled the cards, "I'll read them aloud once, and then the second time around, we'll vote." Cassie took a swig of diet coke and then began, "Symbiote-blood injection… ouch… Naquadria radiation, firestick torture, zatted then beaten then firestick-ed then hand device-ed then staff blasted, tal'vac acid, and burnt to death by the two suns on P9Q-281." Cassie's eyes were wide by the time she finished.
There was a long moment of silence.
"This game rocks!" exclaimed Daniel, who was on this third beer. Teal'c deftly removed the half finished beer as George and Jacob chuckled.
"I kinda' like the twin sun one." Jack softly, "I don't think I'd wish the acid, radiation, or symbiote poisoning on anyone." There was another moment of quite.
"Maybe, Jack, but Pete does always want to know more about Sam's job… Being zatted then beaten then firestick-ed then hand device-ed then staff blasted would help him learn what she does." George argued reasonably.
"Indeed." Teal'c agreed with a hint of upturned lips.
"I'll second that." Jacob put in. Cassie grinned and nodded.
"Humph!" Daniel grumped at the others. "I pick Jack's choice. 'Cause he's my best-est friend and you guys are being mean! Teal'c even took away my drink!" Daniel pouted.
"Thanks, so much, space-monkey." Jack said dryly, "So who's answer was the winner anyway?" he asked the girl. Cassie grinned.
"Mine." She replied smugly.
"Well, then, genius, how are we going to get Pete somewhere where that would actually happen?" Jack queried.
"Easy." George interrupted, "Walter 'misdials' for me."
"But Walter NEVER misdials." Whined Daniel.
Jack rolled his eyes, "Would you really want him to when you are going though, Danny-boy?" Daniel pouted some more. "More importantly, how would we keep him alive long enough fore each attack? He may be a good cop, but Goa'uld and Jaffa are out of his league." This had all six people go silent thinking.
Strangely is was Daniel who came up with the answer, "Well, we won't really send him to the Goa'uld. We send him to the Tok'ra. How will he know the difference?" The others stared at Daniel in aw, "And we could tell them that he's a Goa'uld and dress stalker-cop in gold lame!"
"A brief moment of sobriety and then…" Jack shook his head.