Status: Completed 4/22/2009

Content Warnings: Lame title. Hey, it's me, what did you expect?

Word Count: 150

Author's Notes: Drabble and-a-half inspired by Cheryl's very funny ficlet, "Teal'c's Torment". Unbeta'd.

"Hotdog, T?"

"I was under the impression that dogs are domesticated canines that humans keep as pets or protectors."

Jack stared at Teal'c blankly. "Uhhh, they are."

"Then why would you wish to cut one up, cook it, then put it on a bun and eat it?"

Jack blinked, opened then closed his mouth, and blinked again. "It's not like that," Jack began. *Well, in some places it sorta is, but that's just wrong.* "There was this guy who sold sausages at ball games that he called hotdogs because. . . ." Several minutes later Jack stopped, "Get it?" he asked.

Teal'c remained silent, eyebrow raised.

Carter giggled. Jack glared.

Finally, Teal'c answered, "I do not."

Sighing and turning to Daniel, who was red-faced from trying not to laugh, Jack said, "You explain it."

Apparently recovering from not laughing at Jack's, admittedly, inept answer, Daniel took over, "You see, Teal'c, it's like this. . . ."

THE END