"Please," the prisoner begged.  "Let me go."

Bound and kneeling, the Tau'ri was a pitiful sight.  The plea in his clear blue eyes was genuine, though, and his captor could no longer deny him.  "Very well," he intoned.  "I trust you have learned your lesson."  When the captive nodded, the First Prime bent at the waist and eased the tension on the cuffs, allowing the young human to slip free, pause, then flee the room.

"That'll teach Daniel to borrow Star Wars without asking," Jack O'Neill drawled.

"Indeed," Teal'c smiled, putting the Chinese finger traps back in his nightstand drawer.