The Leader stepped off his platform. He walked up to Mulder and laughed a wicked laugh. Mulder tried to punch him but found he could not move. He glared at the Leader. The Leader just laughed again.
"Yes, Mulder, it's me."
"How dare you!"
"How dare I what?"
"Do this to America! They love you and your show, you know."
"I don't care; I have more power than you could ever dream of."
"Ha! Power. What good is power without friends?"
"A whole lot, Spooky!"
"Well, I guess so…"
"You see what I mean? You're a wimp."
"But I'm a wimp with attitude!"
"What you are is an idiot."
"Oh yeah? Well you're a poopy head! Poopy head!"
"What did you just call me, Fox in Socks?"
"Well, Alex, I'll take Poopy-heads for $1,000"
"Looks like final jeopardy for you, Mulder!"
"Au contraire, I think it's the DAILY DOUBLE!"
Then Alex got mad. He walked back to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled something out. Mulder flinched. Oh no! He was getting a gun! It was all over. Mulder knew he was going to die.
Mulder stood frozen as his life ran by him. He now understood why people had told him to get a life. He waited for Alex to pull out the gun and shoot him. He watched the hand enter the drawer and rummage around a bit. Alex finally found what he wanted. He turned to face Mulder. In his hand were two pieces of machinery. Two guns? Then Mulder realized what they were.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!"
"That's right! We're playing Jeopardy!"
"Let me guess: winner lives, loser dies, right?"
"Yup."
"Oh. Great."

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Fifteen minutes later, they were ready to play. Mulder and Alex faced each other, buzzers in hand. Karzelltath was going to ask the questions. There was a big screen with the categories listed. Mulder gritted his teeth. Alex's stomach twisted. Who would win this match? The world's fate depended on it.