"I thought this was supposed to be a tundra planet?" Cam looks down at his feet, ankle deep in thick, green mud.

"Must be rainy season?" John ventures. He hasn't stepped off the gate platform, and so his boots are clean and dry.

Sam and Teal'c step through after them and the gate winks out. Sam looks Cam up and down.

"How do you always manage to get so dirty?" she asks.

Cam squints at her, and tries to shuffle his feet. So much for reliable MALP data. The mud squelches and makes a rude noise.

John snickers and bites his lip. Cam looks at him with a dangerous glint in his eye, and John yelps.

"Don't even think about it!" he jumps behind Teal'c, using him as a Jaffa sheild.

Cam reaches down and scoops up a sloppy handful. "Naw, c'mere, I just wanna talk," he grins and lunges.