A/N: I don't own anything. Well maybe the writing but the characters or songs. Nope not a one.
"Any word on our vic yet?" Booth asked.
"Deceased comes to mind," Cam said.
"Very funny," Booth replied. "Anything else?"
"Well there's something wedged in the large intestine but I can't make out what it is," Cam said as she made an incision into the intestine pulling out the offending item.
"I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to be there," Angela said.
"Whatever it is, it's pretty badly deteriorated," Cam said. "Although it looks like some kind of plastic."
"Hodgins, any chance you can identify that?" Booth asked.
Hodgins looked at it a moment. "It's a remote control," he said as he handed it back to Cam.
"Any idea how it got there?" Booth asked. "I mean there are only two options, right? Either came down or went up, right?"
"Those are the usual two," Cam said.
"Based on corrosion," Hodgins said with his nose scrunched up, "I'd say it went up because it would look substantially worse if it got hit with the gastric juices of the stomach."
"Do you think it was accidental or intentional?" Booth asked. "I hope it's accidental."
"I've performed thousands of autopsies," Cam said. "You'd be amazed what I've pulled out of a sphincter, although this is my first remote control."
"I wonder how he changed the channels," Hodgins asked.
"He had a remote stuffed up his ass and you're wondering how he changed the channels?" Booth asked clearly aggravated. "Of all the questions in all the world, that's the question that's burning a hole in your head?"
"My guess is flatulence," Hodgins deadpanned. "Probably a good cheek flapper ought to do it."