Not really giving the Major a chance to respond, Dr. von Braun stands up and begins to lecture as though it was his plan to give the brief all along. "Now, vell you have all been playing in ze snow, Doktor Jenkins, Mizz MakLean, and I have been verking our brains to zolve ze problem of getting us all off zis Gottverdammt popzicle. And ve have found ze zolution!" He bangs one fist on the metal table for emphasis, causing several nearby coffee mugs to unload small fractions of their contents into black-ish pools on the corrugated surface. His zeal and excitement also appear to be exacerbating his native accent, and as he carries on his explanation several of the crewmen begin staring at each other as though to ask, 'What did he say?'
"First, ve vill send Mizz MakLean's robotic companion--zo much more helpful than zoldiers and more obedient, too--through ze rings zo as to arrive close to ze Stargate. Meanwhile, Doktor Jenkins will dial ze Gate using a remote interface to ze Icehenge--again konstructed by Mizz MakLean--zo that when ze vermhole is achieved, ve can zend ze robot through. Ve vill repeat zis ad nauseum, or at least until ve find a hospitable locale to vich ve can all zafely relocate." The gruff German physicist pauses to take a sip of his own coffee, then continues on without bothering to ask if there are any questions.
"Before zis plan vill verk, however, ve must dispoze of ze Hammond as its rings are just in ze vay. Ich--err, ve have taken ze liberty of rigging ze necessary explozives in preparation for carrying out ze objectives. Mein Frau, if you vill do ze honors?" He reaches into his shirt pocket and produces a boxy, antennaed control with a big red button; he hands it over to Eileen with a flourish.