Pretzel Ramblings
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"Scully?"

"Hmm?"

"I feel like a pretzel."

"Huh?"

"I feel like a pretzel."

"I'm not even gonna dignify that with an answer."

"No...I feel like eating a pretzel. Do you have any pretzels?"

"Oh...okay then. I just thought...never mind."

"No, you're not escaping THAT easy...what were you thinking I was thinking? Eh?"

"Never mind!"

"Ooh, I think I just flustered the unflappable Dana Scully! So, Scully, spill. Please?"

"Don't you DARE do that puppy dog face at me, mister!"

"What puppy dog face? Scully?"

"Oh crap!"

"Well, anyway, back to the topic. What did you think I thinking about?"

"Fine. I thought you were thinking...about...you know, the NAKED pretzel that you are
constantly talking about and leering at me about. Satisfied?"

"Unbelievable! I actually got Special Agent Dana K. Scully, MD, to admit she actually
listens to my mindless ramblings. I could die a happy man!"

"Shut up Mulder."

The End

By Kwayera ^-/_\-^
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AN: yea I know it sucked but cut me some slack, k? its my first fic! I usually read...not write

Disclaimer: You can have them back, CC. And FOX. I was just borrowing them, honest!