AUTHOR: Major Clanger
E-MAIL: [email protected]
CATEGORY: humour
SEASON: any
SPOILERS: none
WARNINGS: none
RATING: G
SUMMARY: the title says it all
STATUS: finished
DISCLAIMER: Before I forget� I should like to add the following disclaimer before someone sues the pants off me. Well, pants is all they�ll get since I don�t make a penny/cent/pfennig from doing this. Hardly surprising really�.
Anyway, here�s the official word on fanfics, which are technically illegal, but The Powers That Be allow them as long as the writers play nice. So please read this:
Stargate SG-1 and it�s characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and no money exchanged hands. Really. Honestly. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations and stories are the property of the author. That is me, and I write under the name of �Major Clanger� for reasons that are unclear, even to me. These stories may not be posted elsewhere without my consent, although if you really want to, you could send me an e-mail and ask. After you get the smelling salts under my nose, I�ll probably say �yes�.
AUTHOR�S NOTES: This isn�t really a fic, but something we did on the GateWorld message board a long time ago. I thought I may as well include it here. Why? Because I�m a shameless self-publicist, that�s why.
"OK folks, settle down." snapped a rather grumpy Colonel O'Neill. "We're only doing this beacause it's for charity"
"Teal'c... you got the words, didn't you?" asked a worried looking Daniel. He had been supposed to teach the Jaffa, but had found an artefact much more interesting. His solution: he showed Teal'c his favourite internet search engine and left him too it.
"Indeed I have DanielJackson" said a smug Teal�c. "I have learned them by heart." He looked disapprovingly at Sam and Jack who were holding crib sheets.
"OK - here we go." Said Sam as the music started.
"Like a circle in a circle
Like a wheel within a wheel... for cryin' out loud Teal'c! what are you singing?" Shouted the irate Colonel
The Jaffa carried on obliviously, in a rather pleasing baritone.
"...he sang every morning 'how lucky I am
living in a windmill in old Amsterdam'"
Teal'c drew slowly to a stop as he realised his team-mates were watching him in astonishment.
"I did as DanielJackson told me. I entered �Windmill lyrics� into the search engine, and it gave me this. I'm not sure that it is appropriate to a stargate as DanielJackson assured me. But, as always, I bowed to his superior knowledge of Earth customs"
~The End~
