Stargate SG-1: Sacrifice Moon

"Daniel Jackson is a formidable warrior," Teal'c conceded. "I
did not know he had such strength and speed."

"He usually doesn't," Jack said. "Just part of the fun on
Adventure Planet." He leaned at a better angle against the
ruined wall, the better to prop his head up and give his neck
muscles a much-needed rest. "Look. If he's right, this thing
may have delayed onset, so we need to watch each other just
as much as we watch them, right? Stay alert for any signs of..
weird behavior."

"Such as a tendency to violence." Teal'c was quiet for a
minute or so, then asked, "How will we then recognize a difference?"

"Teal'c! Was that a joke?"

"I do not believe it was, O'Neill."

Jack snorted and cut his eyes toward Daniel. Yep, the man
was napping, head down. Too bad. He'd have liked to have had
a witness to that; it had to be a landmark occasion.

"Do you believe we will survive this?" Teal'c asked.

"Hell yes. This is just another Goa'uld. We've kicked their
bony butts before. There wasn't enough of Ra left to fill one of
those canopic jars Daniel likes so much. By the time we finish
here, Teal'c, this goddess is going to wish she'd never heard of
Earth."

"I do not believe she has heard of Earth."

"Figure of speech."