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Daniel Jackson
Psst, Jack!
*crouches behind some shrubbery*
*whispers* I hear something up ahead.
Current mood: weary.
Jack, I've analyzed everything I can about this planet that we are on and well...
There are inhabitants. But there's also something very strange about this place. I haven't managed to dial home either. Sorry.
Current mood: screwed.