"Jack…Whatya doing?"

"Building a very visible bonfire." He responded as he expertly
stacked the gleaming wood on the stone floor.

"O'Neill… Are we not preparing to escape?"

Crouching by the blaze, he quipped, "Plan C, kids."

"Uhh…Sir…wh..?"

Interrupting, he summarized,
"We're surrounded, holed-up in this temple-thingy.
Who KNEW that wood was sacred?! Just because we had a campfire --
suddenly we're 'bad guys'!  NOW...we 'negotiate'" (his fingers air-quoting).

"Uhh… I'm having a `Jack Moment' … not seeing our `bargaining power' here…?"

With a small quirky grin, he indicated the mass of `treasure'
stacked around them. "Simple … Dannyboy… put another LOG on the fire."

"Oh boy…"