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"You've gotta be kidding me."

Jack O'Neill stares at one of the placards provided -- less in a state of disbelief and more in horror that he does believe it. The bar's been possessed by the spirit of a mildly-incompetent renaissance painter or ninja turtle? That just ain't right.

"Screw this," he mutters, and instead of risking an order, he rounds the bar to get himself a beer.

Looks an awful lot like he's 'tending, standing back there.

In his starship captain uniform.

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