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| Little did Linzy realize that there was a present already swimming in the prefects bathroom tub, the present was Fox Moulder himself buck naked, a pair of tweezers in his mouth. He popped up from underneath the water, hair swinging back, a lot like the scene where Ariel finally gets her legs and she surfaces in The Little Mermaid. He looked at Linzy with a look that could melt butter. He doggy paddled a little closer, with each doggy stroke his nostrils flaring larger and larger as if trying to suck her into his succulent snotty tunnels of Commandor Forbes. "Linzy dearest.... my eyebrows need a tweezin'... would you care to help?" Moulder asked handing her the tweezers and wrapping a thick well toned muscly leg around her bringing her towards him in all Prefect bathroom glory. ---------------------------------- "Hi," Moulder giggled giddily whilst playing a fiddle with a dancing moon. ---------------------------------- Moulder walked up to the two, wearing a wool cloak that his his well toned muscles and abs. He looked at them in the same way as his avatar. He smoothed back his hair shaking his head and making orgasm noises like in Herbal Essences commercials. "I have a question for you two..." He said, scratching at the mole on his buttocks. He began strutting down the hallway back and forth, rolling his shoulders and shaking his head so his hair would wave in the nonexistant breeze. He shook his tushy, the mole on his butt getting dizzy. He turned around and went down to a boyband pose, his miniature Moulder flapping giddily along. "Should I be a model?" He whispered secretly, shaking his head and oohing and aahing at himself in Ivan Snape's eyes. ---------------------------------- Moulder came up to Jade, long blue as the ocean rubber glove in his hand. He walked up to Jade in the exact form of his avatar and put a finger to her lips. "Shhhh." He told her, finger trailing up her chin and into her mouth, so he could check and feel his teeth. "Shhhh. I like teeth. They turn me on. But the sad thing is, that's not why I'm here." He said looking away dramatically, "Even though I know how much it pains you. But I don't love you. So stop PMing me cause I don't ever want to go to any cafe's with you or go on any "dates" with you." He told her sadly. He tipped her chin up and then said, "But I know there is a baby inside of you. I think it might be alien so let me check it for you." And then with a quick seductive hip thrust he tored off her pants and her panties and shoved his hand and his fist up there, pulled the little bastard out and spanked it. He smiled and nodded, "I understand. Thank you." He walked away, swinging the unborn baby by it's imbilical cord, whistling to the tune of Sesame Street. Then he farted and rocketed away, with baby in tow. ---------------------------------- Moulder walked in in his best tango attire. Which was a vibrant red tight dress and pointed toe shoes. He fanned his face with a fan and smiled widely. "I would love to join." He said slowly, talking in a husky Southern accent that definitely didn't suit him. He traipsed up to Andrew and licked his lips thoroughly. "You new here? Stud?" ---------------------------------- "As the world turns so do the sands in an hourglass.. these are the DAYS OF OUR LIVES!" Said Moulder in a deep dark manly soap opera voice-over voice. "How about you and me shack up at my place? I like all positions... and I have toilet paper... think about that one..." ---------------------------------- Moulder ducked into the room and ripped off his cloak that had been hiding his well toned muscles and abs. He looked at the Minister in a longing way. He quickly undid the string on his drawstring Calvin Klein sweatpants, showing off his long and strong one eyed monster. "I have a question for you," He told the Minister matter of factly, "Why do we scream at each other?" He sashayed up to the Minister Godric Griswald and whispered in his ear seductively, "Is this what it sounds like when the doves cry?" His little miniature giant Moulder nodded at Moulder's question. |
| No... ITCH NOT! Thank you Sean Connery! |
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