Round I :
Round II :
Cameron Mitchell was not a happy camper. Not at all. "This is because I'm the new boy in SG-1, isn't it?" he inquired, a faint note of annoyance in his tone.
"I assure you, Colonel," rumbled General Hammond, "That your selection was solely based on my knowledge and experience with the other few here."
"In other words," remarked Jack O'Neill lounging back against the side of the basket, "Yes, you're the new boy."
"Just about what I'd expect from a bunch of rear echelon pen pushers," sanpped Mitchell back. Pausing only to smirk bitterly at Jack's "Hey!", he walked over to the edge and swung himself up. "Give my regards to Vala," he said, and was gone.
There was a moment of quiet and respect, broken only by Jack's muttering about how he was certainly not a pen pusher, rear echelon or no echelon. Daniel Jackson pushed his glasses up his nose, and squinted upwards.
"Jack?" he said in a worried tone, "I, um, don't seem to observe any change."