Tuesday
So, back on base again for some down time. The negotiations went splendidly until someone came to close to a certain display case in this official building where we met the government of the planet. I swear, I didn't do anything, but as usual, no one believed me. There was a big to do about us being out to deceive them and robbing them of valuable artefacts. Seriously, that big urn was not at all valuable. The display case it was encased in was probably worth more. No matter how much I tried to explain that I couldn't fence that ugly thing even if I was unclothed seemed to take offence among the ministers. I don't know why.
Although, thinking of it, I did offend myself a little too, because unclothed I could sell anything, even one of Daniel's dusty old books to…uhm…Daniel. Regardless, I'm absolutely fabulous without clothes on.
I think I'm getting off topic here…
Well, they even wanted to have me imprisoned when I in a very friendly manned suggested that they paint the ugly thing to make it more pleasing on the eye as nothing could make it more valuable. Without me even having done anything remotely illegal that warranted incarceration! They were completely unreasonable. I mean, who was I to know that it had been constructed by one of their funding mothers and had a great ceremonial value. It was U-G-LY!
However, that made Daniel and Mitchell take offence. My boys. Always there when I need them, ready to defend my honour….at least that's what I thought. They sent me back through the Stargate trying to smooth things over….those bastards. Here I was being the best negotiator I could possibly be, and by that I mean not lying even once, and I am being punished for it! It's not fair. They are still off world and I am stuck here.
Hrm…what to do, what to do?
Wonder where Daniel has hid his credit card?