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| "Yes I am hot." Moulder said dancing into the room that would give Brian Rocke a run for his money. Complete in pink frumpy frock and ballerina slippers, he carried on doing unusual aerobic positions and sexifying yet innocent yet eager yet substantial pelvic air thrusts into the dirty sexy air of truth. "Blaze.... come and join your motha." Moulder said talking in a voice undenyably like a woman's in old time english. ---------------------------------- Moulder appeared at the scene of the crime wearing nothing but a gigantic diaper, custom made to fit his well toned muscles and abs. In his mouth, he chewed a stalk of grass and he spit every now and then as if marking his territory. "Christine, where do your gardens grow? With silver shells and cocker shells, and pretty maids all in a row." Moulder recited, his hard-on of peace showing ever clearly through the plastic wrap diaper. "You know... when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares into you...." He said hotly, reciting his best ever pickup line. ---------------------------------- "You couldn't get me if you tried," Moulder said sweetly jumping on Blaze and Godric humping them wilder than Errol Bahrnett's accent. "YEEEEEHAW! RIDE 'EM!" ---------------------------------- Moulder entered the room wearing his big black cloak that hid his well toned muscles and abs. His nose all a flutter, he sniffed the air and smelled a disgruntled male that used to be a woman until the technology of sex changes. He looked at Jeremy MacDuff and nodded. "I understand." "Ladies and gentleman..." He said, picking up a booger and flicking it, not realizing it had hit Alysse Adder in the middle of her forehead. "That is the booger of life." Moulder said once spotting the large green slimy booger, falling to a praying position on his knees. He looked up at the goddess. "You will be my bride. I have just proposed. And you," He stated in a deep voice like Barry White's, "You, will be the minister, and with all three of us together there is nothing that can stop us. Now come to me my bride." Moulder said reaching out a well toned and muscled hand with pink nail polish. "We will rule the moon... and you," He said to Jeremy MacDuff, "You will be my backup bride, despite your manliness... you are all woman underneath." He smiled goofily and grabbed his crotch Michael Jackson style. "This is where you both belong!" He said gruffly pointing at his rock hard well toned and muscly crotch. ---------------------------------- Moulder walked in, busted out of his pants, and turned around so that he was facing the open door. Then he stuck his finger up his nose, as if signaling... and with a loud fart that could rival a volcano erupting, he rocketed out of his office. The cloak that was hiding his well toned muscles and abs billowing as the fart made contact. Leaving an interesting aroma of cyborg secretions, alien sperm, rotten fish, and bean burritos in the room. ---------------------------------- Moulder trailed into the skaters office, wearing a big cloak that hid his well toned muscles and abs. "Excuse me." He said clearly and distinctly. "I have a few questions to ask you. Nothing personal. But, if you may, they need to be asked." He sniffed the air, smelling an odd stench of earth but shrugged it off like a dog would shrug off piss on a newspaper. ---------------------------------- "It starts when we kiss...." Moulder said, pursing his voloptuous lips of treason as he inched closer and closer to Jamie's mouth of canker sores, using his right hand to unveil Jamie's wedding veil...and using his left hand to reach for Jamie himself. |
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