I think all of SG-1 would be a tough sell for the poor traveling salesman.
Jack's approach, as shown here, is intimidating in the extreme. The salesman immediately offers a price far lower than he offers the very best of his customers. While Jack is deciding whether he wants to buy useless crap now that it's really cheap useless crap, the fellow says "You know what, I'm sorry I bothered you. I'm leaving now." Jack lets him, and shrugs. Now he won't have to get Carter to list the useless crap on Ebay for him
Sam would talk about features and specs and power utilization and efficiency, and insist on bringing up stats for the competing products on her browser so she could comparison shop until the poor fellow would decide to cut his losses, because he'd already spent so much time without a sale.
Proceeding on to Daniel, he'd find that he was receiving a very long and detailed discursus on the history and cultural implications of the product, and the implications that widespread adoption of the product would have, all delivered deadpan by a Daniel who is very much aware of the fact that he is using his "absent minded professor" persona to save himself the trouble of having to say "No." repeatedly and firmly more times than he'd want. If Sam or Jack were there to see the performance, they'd know him well enough to be rolling in the aisles at the dryly pointed made-up-on-the-spot drivel Daniel is delivering.
When the weary fellow reaches Teal'c, he experiences the chance to sell his wares to someone who makes the great stone faces on Mount Rushmore seem animated and small. The longer he talks, the more this... massiveness looms... and seems to disapprove. He starts to sweat. He starts to stammer. He loses his place in the spiel altogether, and comes to a halt. He looks up at Teal'c. Teal'c regards him gravely. He hands over the product, his sample case, and the contents of his wallet, and leaves, with the intent to talk to his priest about his sudden need to abandon his wicked obsession with the venial world of material possessions and pecuniary gain and retire to a monastery somewhere and purify his soul through prayer.
Teal'c is puzzled. He had been following the sales pitch with interest, and trying to evaluate whether the product would indeed be of some utility in his life, when the man had suddenly stopped, given him what he had been carrying and a additional amount of currency and left. Perhaps this is some Tau'ri holiday he has missed experiencing before? Perhaps the Tau'ri are more aware of their excessive attachment to material posesssions and this holiday is a day of cleansing? He must ask O'Neill tomorrow.
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Too obtuse?
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Candygram?
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And next up on TechTV: Sam vs. LANshark: the cyber-smackdown!!
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Hit was the LANshark wot did it, Guv'nor!
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Jack's approach, as shown here, is intimidating in the extreme. The salesman immediately offers a price far lower than he offers the very best of his customers. While Jack is deciding whether he wants to buy useless crap now that it's really cheap useless crap, the fellow says "You know what, I'm sorry I bothered you. I'm leaving now." Jack lets him, and shrugs. Now he won't have to get Carter to list the useless crap on Ebay for him
Sam would talk about features and specs and power utilization and efficiency, and insist on bringing up stats for the competing products on her browser so she could comparison shop until the poor fellow would decide to cut his losses, because he'd already spent so much time without a sale.
Proceeding on to Daniel, he'd find that he was receiving a very long and detailed discursus on the history and cultural implications of the product, and the implications that widespread adoption of the product would have, all delivered deadpan by a Daniel who is very much aware of the fact that he is using his "absent minded professor" persona to save himself the trouble of having to say "No." repeatedly and firmly more times than he'd want. If Sam or Jack were there to see the performance, they'd know him well enough to be rolling in the aisles at the dryly pointed made-up-on-the-spot drivel Daniel is delivering.
When the weary fellow reaches Teal'c, he experiences the chance to sell his wares to someone who makes the great stone faces on Mount Rushmore seem animated and small. The longer he talks, the more this... massiveness looms... and seems to disapprove. He starts to sweat. He starts to stammer. He loses his place in the spiel altogether, and comes to a halt. He looks up at Teal'c. Teal'c regards him gravely. He hands over the product, his sample case, and the contents of his wallet, and leaves, with the intent to talk to his priest about his sudden need to abandon his wicked obsession with the venial world of material possessions and pecuniary gain and retire to a monastery somewhere and purify his soul through prayer.
Teal'c is puzzled. He had been following the sales pitch with interest, and trying to evaluate whether the product would indeed be of some utility in his life, when the man had suddenly stopped, given him what he had been carrying and a additional amount of currency and left. Perhaps this is some Tau'ri holiday he has missed experiencing before? Perhaps the Tau'ri are more aware of their excessive attachment to material posesssions and this holiday is a day of cleansing? He must ask O'Neill tomorrow.
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Edited to add a missing phrase
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*wants to write the scene with Daniel and the sales guy*
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