" Wanna go get some coffee, Scully?" asked Mulder for the fourth time that morning.
"No." said Scully for the fourth time that morning. Mulder shrugged and went back to work.
Fifteen minutes and four "wanna-get-some-coffee"s later, Scully relented.
"Fine, Mulder. We'll get some coffee if it will shut you up."
"Great! I know this really cool coffee shop down the street."
They set off down the street and soon arrived at the cafe. After ordering, they sat in mutual silence. Scully didn't notice, being preoccupied with all the work she had to do when she got back to the office. Mulder just thought she was miffed.
The coffee came and proved his suspicions. She was miffed.
"What is this filth? This tastes like... like transmission fluid."
She reached across the table and slapped Mulder.
"What was that for?" he cried.
"Well, I could't exactly slap the waiter. And besides, I thought you said this place was good."
"Well, it was,... A while ago," he was still kinda sore at her slapping him.
They finished, or in Scully's case, dumped on the ground, their coffee, and headed back to the office.
Mulder picked up some coffee from the vending machine, because he hadn't exactly enjoyed the coffee either. Scully had arrived at the office first, so when Mulder opened the door she was already there.
"Oh Mulder, I'm sorry for slapping you."
She rushed to hug him, and the coffee flew all over them.
"Ow, F...udge. That's HOT!" Mulder gasped.
Then he slapped her.
"YOU SPILLED THE COFFEE!"
The End
