Reapers. Psychotic criminals turned warrior. These dangerous foes know naught but killing.
For it is all they were taught to do.
A reaper falls through a gateway, a one-way gate from point A to point B. He enters at B, and does not come out at A.
He lands in a world of harmony, of prosperity.
Of peace.
Can a Reaper, a psychotic criminal specialized for killing, survive in a world where such a thing is unheard of?
Can one such as he learn the magic of friendship?

When SG-1 embarks on a mission, they find themselves in castle on a planet filled with magical ponies. When they are turned into the local populace by a magical spell, what will they do for the week it takes to wear off?