A conga line winding its way out of the shimmering-blue event horizon and into the warren of corridors that is the SGC, was the very last sight that Brigadier General Jack O'Neill had ever expected; until he got a good look of the leader of that line in one of the security monitors.

He wondered just where the man's 'wives' were and how he'd gotten off that planet to rescue these people. This faux-king was becoming a damned hero, and someone he really had an itch to shoot at the moment.

"Sir, who is that?"

"Just an old acquaintance."