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Author: The X-Filer

Something I whipped up for fun

Dedicated to BudgieFreak of being my first reviewer

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THE GREAT EL STINKO

Mulder and Scully

Were a bit of a worry

When the coffee machine ran out

They didn't get their high

So they started to die

And stink the whole place out

It took a couple of days

Till skinner did say

"Boy what's that awful smell

What the heck

I better go check

To make sure everything well"

He went to first floor

Ran into the door

From the smell that wafted his way

"Good God it is strong

I can't stand this pong

But I guess I'll just have to stay"

With a peg on his nose

And a big fire hose

He Headed on down the stairs

To the basement he went

On his knee fully bent

For his lungs were gasping for air

The door swung around

The smell knocked him down

For sitting in the middle of the room

The 2 agents on rugs

Reaching out for their mugs

And a letter that said all was doomed

"Oh what a mess

I must confess

How will I ever get them out?

To yucky to touch

I can't clean up this muck"

'Lone gunmen' he wanted to shout

'Poof!' they arrived

A green bag by their side

And a packet of yellowish goo

An Alien jumped out

He gave a big shout

Said "I'll fix them, I know what to do"

He took all the goo

Made it into a stew

And threw over Scully and Mulder

The air did clear

The stink disappeared

And the room was a little bit colder

Mulder and Scully

Woke up in a hurry

Still wanting their coffee high

They look about

Everyone gave a shout

Relieved they all gave a sigh

Cups of coffee were passed

They drank them up fast

They guzzled and guzzled about

The moral of this story

Is to reach your full glory

Don't let your coffee run out

The End

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