"It's nothing more than a mindless conglomeration of tasteless humor." Punctuating her remark, Vala poked the tall man standing beside her in the ribs, wiggled her eyebrows seductively and smiled.
Jack's eyes widened briefly. How in the name of all the saints did Daniel stand it? The woman's irritating diatribe was a clutter of incoherent thought! Flinching, he clapped both hands over his ears, squeezed his eyelids shut and started humming loudly.
O'Neill's off-key drone snapped Vala from her emphatic rant. Mouth agape, she noted Jackson's smirk.
"Now you've done it!" Daniel exclaimed derisively. "Homer Simpson is Jack's hero."
