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"Very nice. I'd give it a ten out of ten. What do you say, Carter?"

"Ten, definitely."

"It's so bronzed. I don't know how you do that. I can never keep a convincing tan there."

"I think Abydos has permanently marked him."

"Well talk about the perfect legacy. Very sculpted, too. It's good."

"Yeah, I have to agree with that sculpted thing, he's right."

"I mean, maybe not as muscular as Teal'c, but, ah . . . that's not really my type."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I like em' on the smaller side. No offense or anything, Teal'c."

"None taken, ColonelO'Neill."

"It's just I find them cuter that way. Not too small, mind you . . . just the perfect size."

"Yeah, I think I know what you mean."

"It just fits my perfect parameters-- golden, sculpted, and bite-sized."

"I'm so glad I pass group approval."

Daniel pulled his pants back up.

Then he turned to face his panel of appraisers.

"Next time, you're dealing the cards," Daniel said, pointing to Jack. He shrugged at him helplessly.

"It's not my fault you suck so badly at strip poker, Danny."

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