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Daniel's charming the pants off of Emmett. He should go all out and show him the appendix scar. Charm his own pants off, so to speak. |
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Hey, did someone put something on Daniel's chair again? |
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He's in a sentimental mood. Nothing conveys sentiment quite the way mooning the audience does. What say, huh? |
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Awww... Daniel got an owie! Don't just stand there! Strip him and check him for injuries. Be thorough. |
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That planet they found him on was nice. It was quiet, and he could go naked whenever he wanted. A true paradise. |
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And he's baaaack! He should celebrate with a stargate ramp strip tease. |
Keep going, lady! We need to see what else has boo-boos!! |
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Awww, guys! Why'd ya have to pan backward?? We need to see for ourselves if the Daniel Jackson Sacred Nipples have been damaged! No fair. You guys are just mean. |
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He really shouldn't be up and around, much less clothed this soon after a traumatic injury. Continuity, fellas! |
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Obviously, Daniel didn't remember the squirrely conversation. Jack needs to spank him when he gets back. Bare hand, over his knee, with Daniel's pants around his ankles... Oh. Sorry. Where were we? |
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