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Entry Nine, "Into the Fire"
MAKEPEACE: SG-1 has been taken prisoner by Hathor. There's a Tok'ra spy inside her fake SGC. HAMMOND: I'm sending all the teams we have to rescue them. DAVIS: I think not. HAMMOND: I think so. Yikes, could that have been written better. A villain speech for Davis or something. HATHOR: So which of you will become the new host? SG-1: Umm....er.... HATHOR: Enough! O'Neill will become the new host. O'NEILL: Oh goody. No rock, paper, scissors joke? This is years before Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock, but even the vanilla game has punchline potential. TEAL'C: Hi Bra'tac. BRA'TAC: Hi Teal'c. The people are in a panic for fear that Klorel will return to reenslave them. TEAL'C: That's a problem for a future episode. This time I need to raise an army to help my friends. BRA'TAC: Oh goody. Should've used something more formal than "Hi" for the Jaffa. Bra'tac needed a better punchline, too. HATHOR: Say hello to your new bodymate. O'NEILL: Do I have to? Ouch! RAULLY: The cryo-tank will destroy the Goa'uld. O'NEILL: Kinda figured that. Now only am I a main character, I'm the main character. RAULLY: I really wish we weren't allied with you. For that matter, I should've rewritten this whole thing from scratch, it's not very good. Raully needed a stronger punchline, amongst other deficiencies. MAKEPEACE: Hi Captain. Where's Jack? CARTER: He's a new host. MAKEPEACE: Drat. Oh well, guess we'd better abandon him and run for our lives. CARTER: Works for me. Maybe I'll finally take over SG-1 now. MAKEPEACE: We've lost contact with the team that's guarding the Gate! CARTER: Drat. DANIEL: Since Teal'c isn't here I'll say 'Indeed' for him. "He's a new host"? That's bad grammar. "He's the newest Goa'uld host" or "He's hosting an unwelcome guest" or similar. MAKEPEACE: Oh, goody, an energy barrier. CARTER: Think we could dig under it? MAKEPEACE: Nope. CARTER: Then I guess we need to find some Tok'ra tunnels that lead back inside. MAKEPEACE: Here it is! How did you know that? CARTER: I read the script. I do resort to the "read the script" joke too often... HAMMOND: I'm going to send them reenforcements. DAVIS: I think not. And this time the president thinks not, too. HAMMOND: Drat. Really should've made Davis more of a bad guy, thrown in some maniacal laughter. CARTER: I'm going to go blow up the shield generator! And? So? But? Therefore? Single-line scenes are to be avoided when possible. TEAL'C: The Goa'uld are not gods. Now that I've futilely tried to destroy your religion, who wants to be in my army? CROWD: Not me. See ya! HAMMOND: I'll be in your army. TEAL'C: What are you doing here? HAMMOND: That's a long story best told offscreen. TEAL'C: Indeed. This scene doesn't need to exist, cut it to make room for more jokes elsewhere. CARTER: Hi Jack. The Goa'uld's dead. O'NEILL: Great. HATHOR: I will destroy you! O'NEILL: I think not. (He tips her into the cryo-tank) Now that's a serious case of freezer burn. CARTER: You had to say it, didn't you? O'NEILL: They didn't let me in the original episode. CARTER: Whatever. Let's go. That's better. BRA'TAC: Look at this ancient glider that's just small enough to fit through the Stargate. HAMMOND: Are you sure? BRA'TAC: Yes. TEAL'C: Indeed. This one needs more fleshing out. CARTER: There's the shield generator. And it's right behind the fake Stargate! O'NEILL: OK, who didn't see that coming? Let's set up the explosive and go. Zzzzz...... O'NEILL: Before you guys start killing each other, I think you should know I killed Hathor. TROFSKY: Yeah, right. O'NEILL: Hey, look at that big glider! We're saved! HAMMOND: Hi. TEAL'C: Indeed. Since Hammond is from Texas, I should've had him use "Howdy" whenever possible.
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mudshark: Nate's just being...Nate. Zeke: It comes nateurally to him. mudshark: I don't expect Nate to make sense, really -- it's just a bad idea. Sa'ar Chasm on the 5M.net forum: Sit back, relax, and revel in the insanity. Adam Savage: I reject your reality and substitute my own! Hanlon's Razor: Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity. Crow T. Robot: Oh, stop pretending there's a plot. Don't cheapen yourself further. |
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