It was a sunny day in the land of FBI, when fox Mulder was enjoying his lunch break on /x/.
I'm and FBI angent AMA" he posted. He waited... refreshed... waited a little longer... refreshed... bumped... nothing. Then, finally, there was a post.
"OP, what did you have for breakfast?"
"Aw, fuck this shit." Mulder muttered under his breath.
"What's that, Mulder?" Asked Dana skully, seductively. She flipped her hair, and it landed with shapely body. Her shirt was buttoned half way, exposing her plump, voluptuous breasts.
"Oh, it's nothing," said Mulder, "just nobody on 4Chan is interested in me."
"Aw, you been on /x/ again?" Skully whined with a little pout. "You've really got to stop watching so many X-Files re-runs, it's making you paranoid.
This was Mulder's worst birthday
