Taking off the shoes is being respectful of the Zen thing. But going for the belt is throwing yourself into it.

   
Daniel thinks he doesn't have any power after all. We know different. He has the power of The Fabulous Ass.
   
The place is sacred. But not waving guns around is different from not waving willies around. Come on, show me where it says willy waving is against Zen philosophy!
   

How can we feel the drama of his surgery if he's dressed and the tender bits-- all of them-- are covered?
   

Aww, Daniel. It's bigger than that!
   

If he doesn't strip soon, the giant tanning booth that is Netu will leave him with tan lines, and that is simply unacceptable. No self-respecting Dr. Jackson would be caught dead with a farmer's tan.
   

And in case ya haven't noticed, it's hot down there! It's hell, for crying out loud! They need sunblock, shorts and sandles!
   

What a cutie patootie! Drunk on the Blood of Sokar, and he has Jack in his dream. Everybody go, "awwwww."
   

Well, the dream had to end some time. But since it's over, he really needs to be stripping down. Besides the heat, that shirt has to be getting ripe by now.

   

Hummina hummina....

   
   
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