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"A bar in my office!"

Jack O'Neill glances around Milliways as he steps through, pleased, and heads straight for Bar.

"Well, you don't get that every day, even when you want it. Jack and Coke, please-- no, wait ... paperwork. Orange juice, please."

Helpfully, Bar provides a glass of orange juice and a stack of forms very much like the ones on Jack's desk that he was about to go fill out.

"...I wasn't asking for paperwork..."

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"No," Jack agrees, pointing at Teal'c for emphasis. "No. Because no one in their right mind would do that, now, would they?"

He lets this stand on its own merit for a moment before waving a frustrated hand at Bar.

"Women. But at least I got my juice."

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"Then I am to assume you are currently thinking with your left brain?" Teal'c blinks slowly and cocks his head to the side. Dr. Frasier has talked to him a little about the human mind, after all...

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"...yes, Teal'c. That's one way to put it."

Jack taps the left side of his head, takes a sip of his orange juice, and then pointedly deposits the glass on top of the pile of forms.

"But I've changed my mind. Literally, I suppose. No paperwork in the bar."