Five-Minute Stargate SG-1: "The Tok'ra II" by Nate the Great GARSHAW: Just to recap last week and tell you guys what you already know, you can't ally with us unless one of you becomes Selmak's new host. O'NEILL: We read the script. GARSHAW: Well the audience didn't. CARTER: Wait a minute! Can symbiotes cure cancer? GARSHAW: Sure. CARTER: I may have a host for you. My dad is dying. O'NEILL: I'm sure the audience had that figured out last week. TEAL'C: Indeed. GARSHAW: Two of you can go get him, but we're keeping the others to make you come back.' HAMMOND: Are you kidding me? CARTER: This is the only way to save my dad's life. O'NEILL: I'll fill in for Teal'c and say 'indeed.' MARTOUF: The Goa'uld are coming! GARSHAW: Drat. Start the evacuation. CARTER: I need to tell you what I've been doing. JACOB: I thought that was classified. HAMMOND: You just got clearance. JACOB: Lucky me. So what are you doing? CARTER: I walk through this huge stone ring and go to alien worlds. JACOB: Yeah, right. CARTER: It's true. We may have a cure for you. JACOB: What cure? HAMMOND: That's a long story. I'll tell you offscreen since we only have five minutes to tell this story. JACOB: OK. O'NEILL: What's going on? MAKEPEACE: The Goa'uld will be here any minute. We're helping the Tok'ra evacuate. MARTOUF: Hi Dad. I'm in love with your daughter. JACOB: Huh? CARTER: That's not till next season. MARTOUF: Oh, forget I said that. TEAL'C: We don't know how the Goa'uld found us. O'NEILL: Oh, did I forget to mention I saw Cordesh with one of those videophone balls last week? DANIEL: Yes. O'NEILL: Sorry, must have slipped my mind. TEAL'C: Indeed. SELMAK: Hi Jacob. A quick question before I take over your body. JACOB: Shoot. SELMAK: What's the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow? JACOB: African or European? SELMAK: I like you. Let's kiss. JACOB: OK. CORDESH: Look at me kill my host so you'll think I'm dead. O'NEILL: OK. MARTOUF: We can't move him until Selmak has healed his cancer. CARTER: Drat. And the Tok'ra are destroying this place too. MARTOUF: I'm going to stay until he awakes. CARTER: Me too. DANIEL: Can I state for the record that I think this is a bad idea? CARTER: No. JACOB: Ouch. What a headache. MARTOUF: We need to go. JACOB: Hi. I'll be the new liason between the Tok'ra and Earth. HAMMOND: Good. DANIEL: Push this box through the Stargate if you need to contact us. JACOB: Don't call us, we'll call you. CARTER: Bye Dad. TO BE CONTINUED Legal notices. You are number ### to get blown off by the Tok'ra.