"His what did what?!"

Scully was perched on the counter in Mulder's office, finishing her half of the bagel that Mulder had yet to touch. "You might want to put that down until I finish." "Why don't I hear what that is, Mulder, and make my decision then?" Scully replied. She took a big bite of bagel in her mouth, and waited.

"His peeper went boom-boom..."

"Hmm?!"

"His willie went wonkers"

"What?" Scully said, her mouth still half-full of bagel and cream cheese.

"His pecker..."

Scully held up her hand. "Enough, Mulder! I should expect a top graduate of Oxford University could find an intelligent way to converse, or at least not resort to banal, elementary school banter."

"At least you can't say that I resorted to potty-mouth."

"Barely, Mulder..."

He pushed the file folder across the desk to Scully. "Examine the file of one mister Andrew 'Player' Edgerstone, Scully. Senior copywriter of Panache advertising, a subsidiary of Peterman Consolidated Industries. The wunderkind of wunderkinds; the biggest Mac Daddy of them all, responsible for some of the catchiest copy in Christendom...."

As Mulder prattled on, Scully opened the file, and peered in. The crime scene photo was on top, and Scully's reflex action was to spit out what was in her mouth into her napkin.

"BLECH!"

"Is this where I say I told you so, Scully?"

"Mulder, this man's reproductive organs went.."

".....Pop! goes the pecker ..."

"Mulder, please! I'm sure the victim didn't find it funny."

"No, actually I imagine he found it quite painful initially."

Scully looked at him with her infamous, one-eyebrow lift face, but Mulder was undeterred.

"So, can I tell you why I think this is an X-Files, Scully. PLEEZZEEEE? I've been a very good little boy today..."

Scully knew there was no stopping him when he was like this.

"Yes, Mulder," she sighed, you may. I wouldn't expect anything else at this juncture."

Mulder stood up and sat on the corner of the desk. "The man most likely to explode is the first of five deaths in a month at this particular ad agency - all of the deaths were strange, very strange indeed. One person's head exploded...."

"That is highly unlikely, Mulder.."

"I can show you the photos, Scully."

"Please don't."

Mulder continued, satisfied that he had made his point. "Another simply turned blue in the face.... I could go on, but I would hate to deprive you of the joy of reading each and every one of the case reports." Scully smirked at Mulder playfully. "Thank you ever so much. Mulder; I'm touched..."

"...In the head, Scully, but I told them that wasn't true, and to not sully the Scully name in my presence again."

Mulder grabbed his suit jacket off the coat tree, and headed towards the door. "And just where do you think you're going, Mister?" she asked. "I could use some help with these files." "Much as I would love to pour over these files with you Scully - and that is the God's -honest truth - I need to go to Skinner's office, and then I need to do some errands for this evening. I have to go and see Der Fleidermaus at the cultural center. Whoo-Boy!"

"Don't make it seem like a death sentence, Mulder. You could actually end up liking it."

Mulder walked over to the door. "I'd better; Skinner's orders. I'll try to get back with you some time today, but please - don't let it keep you from today's daily meditation. Enjoy, Scully."

"You too, Mulder."

Scully sighed, and opened the first file. Even though she was a medical doctor and trained forensic scientist, the picture made her gag.

"Oh, you are soooo toast, Mulder," she sighed.