They'll expect a circle, Daniel. Keep up! [ The Doctor scrambles over a fallen tree, legging it like he's a spider monkey. He's as annoyingly good at climbing as he is at running. ] Frankly, neither will probably happen, because you're right: we'll probably get shot.

Or taken as hosts, if what you said about the Goa'uld is correct. Lovely species, from the sound of it.

[ The Doctor clears the huge log, brushing off blue moss from his jacket. His eyes are just drawn in by that hat's general aura of ugh and blah, both at once. It's almost impressive. ]

It's also downright hideous.

[ It's no fez, that's for sure. He's not even sure if Daniel can pull off a fez. ]