Sage Words

"It's staring at me, Daniel."

"It doesn't have a head."

"It's staring." Jack shuddered and averted his eyes.

"Really?" Daniel poked it curiously. "It's decapitated and dead and it can still intimidate Colonel Jack O'Neill? I don't think I want to eat something that's capable of inspiring that much fear."


"No, it's actually -- oh, very funny."

Jack tossed a packet of stuffing in the cart. "Buy it. Once I've greased it up, slid an onion where the sun don't shine and roasted its ass, it'll be eating out of my hand." He stared at a scarlet, stammering Daniel. "What?"


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