And we have lift-off!!!
   
And we have what appears to be jerkus interruptus... A particularly insidious strain called Jackus Badtimingus.
   
Hey, hey, hey. Daniel doesn't remember who he is yet! He should be living up to his Vis Uban name, Naked One!
   
Before jumping to conclusions about Daniel's identity, Jack should've had Daniel strip in that tent, to check for an appendix scar. But nooooo. Instead, he confused him with stories of bad guys with oily skin.
   

Back at the SGC infirmary, Daniel should have been subjected to a very thorough medical exam. Something that requires stirrups.

How else could the audience be assured he's truly Daniel Jackson?
   

Either he just called Jack 'Jim' again, or somebody put something rubber and vaguely phallic in his chair just before he sat.
   

So he remembers enough, huh? And it was important for the audience to see the renewal of their bond in the right context... Okay, plotwise, we buy that.

But for Crap's Sake, it's a lockerroom!! Nudity or semi-nudity is expected!! So we point, sigh, squeal, and oooh and ahhh... big fricking deal! Doesn't mean we have ADD.

We was robbed!!!!
   

Stripped down, with a little WD-40 squirted all over him, he'd be slipping through those crawl-spaces like a pro.
   

"Has your hair always been like that?"

Uh huh. We know what he's really asking.

"Do the curtains still match the carpet?"
   

You are getting sleepy . Verrrry sleepy...

Once he's under, check out the carpet for yourself, slick.
   
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