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Daniel doesn't want to have to break in a new colonel. Wait! Back up... we need pictoral evidence of the O'Neill breaking. We're thinking this could be gooood. |
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Hmmm. Daniel could demonstrate alternate uses for that yoke he found. Maybe that would be enough to get Edwards' head out of his rump. |
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Oh puh-lease. How is Daniel supposed to show submissiveness to the Unas if he's still clothed? This is pushing Suspension of Disbelief beyond reasonable bounds. |
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Sam's possessed by an entity. The occasion calls for a muscle shirt at the very least! Yeesh. |
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Looks like the entity just goosed Daniel. |
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Those pointy chairs are a transparent (and frankly frightening) phallic symbol. |
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So, what exactly are the seats made of, then? |
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Hey, it's the Return of the Single Finger Wave! Stiffie alert, stiffie alert!!!! Maybe those Tok'ra chairs aren't so bad after all. |
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Is it just me, or does Daniel look slightly debauched in this shot? What'd we miss??? |
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Debauched before, preparing for debauchery, here. The mouth is a dead giveaway. We deserve a little nippleage, at least. |