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| "Jessica....? What happened to our date?" Moulder asked as he sashayed into the room in a feather boa and rhinestones. "Rhinestones are the new sequins," Moulder spurted out, bits of bubble oozing one by one down onto his large chin spelling out S.O.S. As if... his supernatural loogie was spelling out a cry for help! "Now my children," He stated like Akasha, Queen of all who are damned, he draped a long golden clad fingernail hand over Jessica's face, sucking in her essence and forsaken peach fuzz. "Shall we be going?" ---------------------------------- "Ok hunny bunny," Moulder's spit bubbles spelled out as he reached down and kissed her passionately on the nose. "There's more where that came from," Moulder said as he looked around and giggled before forming a gigantic bubble and floating away, his ass pressed up against the bubble as if peering out to the fading crowd below.... Meanwhile, a guy at the Gryffindor table looked up and blushed before he giggled and stopped, as if waiting for someone to say something funny.... like a trigger for his giggles. His giggles were deadly, and terribly homosexual, but it was a risk he was willing to make... he looked around abd brushed back his spotted leopard hair as he crept into the shadows of the abyss, never to return again. Or would he? ---------------------------------- "SEXY!" Moulder declared out of the blue as he rocketed across the Gryffindor table using his fart-force. ---------------------------------- "Not so fast," Came Moulder's clear and distinct voice. His cloak, hiding his well toned muscles and abs, his mouth curled into an involuntary loony smile, showing off his white capped teeth and bristling nose hairs. "I have a few questions to ask..." He said, as he moved his hands to mimick a miniature steeple. "Just a few," He coughed and hacked up a loogie that dripped from his mouth. Suddenly the loogie grew and stretched creating an orb-like structure. It began to speak. I am the great Watch Tower, Betty, and I will be resurrected if none of you answer my fatal questions... goodbye you sons of pig. I will be back. The Orb-Like structure shrunk back to the size of the loogie where Moulder sucked it back up. He smiled, sickeningly handsomely. "Are you ready?" ---------------------------------- "I am Moulder. FBI. We need to get a few things straight." He said, eyes bulging out of his sockets, his trench coat hiding his well toned muscles and abs. They just think you're too sexy, Moulder thought plainly. You make the men jealous and the women weak-kneed, it's not your fault Moulder... he sleekly rubbed his hand through his hair Fabio style. "Back to business. I have a few questions, if they get answered, I will leave." ---------------------------------- Arriving on top of Billy the Power Ranger who was on all fours, running around the great hall like a great sheepdog. Moulder cackled, smacking Billy's butt, which resulted in Billy running around faster. He's such good transportation... Moulder thought darkly, as if all hell broke loose. Moulder would also occasionally fart, making him hover a few feet every few seconds as he was riding Billy around the great hall. He made Billy paw over to Bam Margera, someone he had never seen before but knew only in his dreams of fortune, "Bam....you must join my regiment. Did you know that in 1869 they had a transcontinental railroad? The Brooklyn Bridge was completed in 1883 and connects Manhatten and Brooklyn." Moulder told Bam, trying to make himself sound smart so that Bam would make the right choice and join his regiment to battle against Craig and his precious Margaret of shit. "Oh and whatever you do..." Moulder said in a whisper through a megaphone, "Don't go to Pullman Strike, I hear it's haunted." Moulder warned, his dull grey eyes lighting up with excitement and passion, as Billy had stopped to lick his hurting hands and feet. |
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