Goa'uldicide

Gold becomes her. If only it didn't bring out her eyes in quite that way...

I could kill her. I could kill all of them, here aboard this space station where they think they're safe from spies and assassins. How much longer do they have to live, anyway, now that the Tok'ra have this poison gas? That's what Jacob would be asking me right now, if I hadn't cut the radio connection.

She calls me "Daniel Jackson," like a Goa'uld.

Funny how all this time I thought we were the good guys. I thought genocide was a Goa'uld thing.