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The offices of FBI Special Agent Fox Mulder were cluttered as usual. Amongst piles of papers and other objects on almost every surface, and the infamous posters that adorned the room's walls, Agent Mulder himself might be spotted sitting behind his desk, busily working away on his computer. He continued typing for another moment, starring intently at whatever was on the screen. Then agent Scully walked in. "Now tell me, what was so important that it couldn't wait until morning?" asked Scully, obviously still drowsy from being awakened by her phone less than an hour earlier. "We have a new case." Said Mulder curtly, not looking up from his desk. "Oh really? Right now?" asked Scully, taking the lack of eye-contact as a sign to be heading over to Mulder's desk. "What is it now? Aliens abduct the President? Zombie eating corpses out of an obscure graveyard in rural Maryland?" "Not really." replied Mulder as he made a last click with his mouse, and stood up, turning to Scully, file-in-hand. "What then?" "A man, in is living in his basement. He has no friends, and as a result has made friends with some rats--" Scully cut him off: "So, your average 40-year-old computer nerd?" "Not THOSE kinds of rats" replied Mulder, "I mean the small furry ones." "So he's friends with rats. What makes this an X-File, or even a crime?" "Well. There's been a string of murders recently in his area...people mauled by rats." "I don't think rats regularly go out mauling." "Exactly. We believe this man may be making the rats scary and evil." "Making rats scary. isn't that a bit redundant?" Mulder paused for a moment at that one, then replied, "Eh.. that's not the point. The point is that we need to go off on yet another quest that will last several days, but be able to be summarized into about sixty minutes, in which we'll stop this fiend." "Oh please, Mulder. Aliens and zombies are a big if, but someone who controls rats? That's ridiculous." "It's true, Dana. And the government has known all along they just--" Scully held up a hand, silencing Mulder, she sighed, "Alright, alright, let's go. I can book the next flight on my palm." "Good." Said Mulder. The two began to head for the door. "Hey...Fox, don't you think it's a little strange how we have the same paranormal vs. realism argument before every case that we inevitably participate in?" "We can't help it, Dana. Remember what I told you about the 'Writers' who are the true puppet masters of our existence?" "Oh not this again." started Scully. "It's true I tell you!" exclaimed Mulder. And they left.
The offices of FBI Special Agent Fox Mulder were cluttered as usual. Amongst piles of papers and other objects on almost every surface, and the infamous posters that adorned the room's walls, Agent Mulder himself might be spotted sitting behind his desk, busily working away on his computer. He continued typing for another moment, starring intently at whatever was on the screen. Then agent Scully walked in. "Now tell me, what was so important that it couldn't wait until morning?" asked Scully, obviously still drowsy from being awakened by her phone less than an hour earlier. "We have a new case." Said Mulder curtly, not looking up from his desk. "Oh really? Right now?" asked Scully, taking the lack of eye-contact as a sign to be heading over to Mulder's desk. "What is it now? Aliens abduct the President? Zombie eating corpses out of an obscure graveyard in rural Maryland?" "Not really." replied Mulder as he made a last click with his mouse, and stood up, turning to Scully, file-in-hand. "What then?" "A man, in is living in his basement. He has no friends, and as a result has made friends with some rats--" Scully cut him off: "So, your average 40-year-old computer nerd?" "Not THOSE kinds of rats" replied Mulder, "I mean the small furry ones." "So he's friends with rats. What makes this an X-File, or even a crime?" "Well. There's been a string of murders recently in his area...people mauled by rats." "I don't think rats regularly go out mauling." "Exactly. We believe this man may be making the rats scary and evil." "Making rats scary. isn't that a bit redundant?" Mulder paused for a moment at that one, then replied, "Eh.. that's not the point. The point is that we need to go off on yet another quest that will last several days, but be able to be summarized into about sixty minutes, in which we'll stop this fiend." "Oh please, Mulder. Aliens and zombies are a big if, but someone who controls rats? That's ridiculous." "It's true, Dana. And the government has known all along they just--" Scully held up a hand, silencing Mulder, she sighed, "Alright, alright, let's go. I can book the next flight on my palm." "Good." Said Mulder. The two began to head for the door. "Hey...Fox, don't you think it's a little strange how we have the same paranormal vs. realism argument before every case that we inevitably participate in?" "We can't help it, Dana. Remember what I told you about the 'Writers' who are the true puppet masters of our existence?" "Oh not this again." started Scully. "It's true I tell you!" exclaimed Mulder. And they left.