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| The faintest whisper of Moulder's voice hung in the air like a wet towel left out to dry from a fat person by the name of White Ruben who would have rather dried himself with a circus tent. The whispered words sounded like, "Yessss... Jamiieee isss ouuur looove chiiild." Even though what Moulder REALLY was saying was, "Rhiiiannnoon, I can seeee down your sssshiiiiirt." ---------------------------------- Moulder ran in riding Skully. He pulled hard on her reigns and she pawed the air as if gasping for breath. He jumped off of Skully and led her to graze in the cabinet. He jumped up hurriedly hoping he would catch Rhiannon in time to save her from Jamie's dark secret. "HOLD THE PHONE!" He yelled. "This man suffers from nothing...he is actually... DEAD!" Moulder cried like a general during the Civil War. "You will know this by the fact that he has no pulse and is a smelly rotting corpse!" Moulder couldn't handle the long silence. He suddenly had to use the bathroom, one of the effects of alien butt probing. He turned around lifting the long dark cloak that his hid well toned muscles and abs and let out a monstrous fart to end all farts that blew him up and out of the room like a primitive super hero. "Just call me... fart man!" He called disappearing from the atmosphere. ---------------------------------- Moulder walked nakedly into the room and saw Jade. "Pregnant?" He asked femininely, "Don't worry." He proclaimed, grabbing his willy and grunting hardly. A blue liquid secretion started to dribble out and fell to a big puddle on the floor. He pointed at the puddle. "You stick your face in that and I will do the rest." He winked and opened his mouth, the loogie trying to fight it's way out but Moulder kept sucking it in keeping it well hidden under his tongue. "It's alien intercourse fluids. It will help you a lot." He sniffed the air and smelled a woman who just had sex with chuckee cheeze. He looked at Rhiannon and nodded. "I understand." "Or...." He said sniffing his arm pits and loving the aroma. He licked at his pits like a cat would with a bowl of milk and smiled widely, bits and pieces of pit hair stuck in his teeth. "We could make love and I could orgasm that baby out of you." He said, his eyebrows going up and down up and down and winking all at the same time. ---------------------------------- Moulder walked in the room, his cloak hiding his well toned muscles and abs, seeing the blood spilled on the floor he bent down and put a long finger in the red liquid. Bringing it to his lips and tongue, he savored the taste of such innocent blood. "I'd help you... but first I need a few questions answered..." He said stoney blue eyes looking down Emily's blouse. ---------------------------------- "No," Moulder stated lazily as he readjusted his dark cloak that his his well toned muscles and abs. "This is where you belond." He added darkly, pointing down to his rock hard crotch that could break bricks and steel. Suddenly, he ripped off his cloak, revealing himself in a tight lemon meringue thong that tasted of rainbows. "Come to me...." He held out his arms openly, revealing his smooth as glass pits. ---------------------------------- "OOOOH I like girls who dominate." Moulder purred, putting his cloak back on backwards, now somewhat hiding his well toned muscles and abs. "Now baby," He said impersonating Elvis, "Who said I was looking down your shirt?" He asked, peering down her shirt with his stoney blue eyes, nostrils flaring to the beat of the tribal drums in the distance. ---------------------------------- "Your shirt," Moulder drooled, "Is cut. Let me clean you of your blood." He said licking his incredibly muscly full lips, wiping off his dark cloak that was hiding his well toned muscles and abs. He grabbed her wrist Fabio style and began licking her blood covered wrists. "Wait a second," He said, "This doesn't taste so innocent." He pointed out, "You've been a busy little girl haven't you? Santa's not visiting this year... but I sure will," He cackled, loogie dripping out of the corner of his mouth, it turned into an orb-like statue, glowing in all it's golden loogie glory. "GIVE ME HER BLOOD." the orb-like statue said, sounding a lot like Betty from Kung Pow. ---------------------------------- "Good." He said peering at her in a pose a lot like his avatar. "You come to me." He said, puckering his lips like Goofy. |
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