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| Moulder knocked on the Medi-woman's door. He had a few questions to ask, and they needed to be answered badly. He wore a thick dark black cloak that covered his well toned muscles and abs. He knocked a few more times beginning to get impatient. "When I get angry...." He said to himself quietly, "I can't control it..." He muttered, his arm muscles rippling with the anger he felt, his chest heaving in and out, in and out. His mouth twitching with fury. These questions needed to be answered damnit! And if his anger wouldn't be justified.. there would be no telling of what may happen.. ---------------------------------- Moulder walked up wearing a huge billowing black cloak that hid his well toned muscles and rippling abs. He headed over towards a hip looking lady, presuming it was the librarian. "Hi, I'm Fox Moulder, FBI." He said scantily clad, his nostrils flaring with each syllable. "I'm presuming you are the librarian... look miss librarian, I have a few questions for you.. if you get them right, you may or may not live." He said utterly mysteriously, zipping up his pants as he noticed that they weren't zipped. He sniffed the air, smelling a female's underpants that were four weeks old and soiled. He glanced and nodded at Linzy. "I understand." ---------------------------------- Moulder walked secretly into the room, slowly sidestepping towards Emily. He looked her over from behind, noticing her pants were too large for her so it was easy access to look down into the back of her pants, revealing her large pasty mitten-like buttcheeks that gave off a warmth energy glow. "My dear..." Moulder said as he wrapped his fingers through her hair. "Your hair... tis like liquid fire." He moaned, sucking on each strand of hair, loving the soriusis taste. "You are mmmm mmmm good." Moulder declared, peering once again down into the back of her jeans with his blue stoney eyes. ---------------------------------- Moulder stormed in on a wild hog, hair flying in the wind as he started to buck the pig as if he were a bronco. "Yeeehaw! Ride 'em Willay!" He shouted im a hick-like voice as he smacked the pigs hairy arse. He leapt off the pig and onto Linzy. His hard on of peace in full throttle and willingly began to thrust from the inside of his parachute pants. He traced Linzy's lips with a bloody crusty finger of challenge and kissed her wildly his hard on of peace going crazy. He continued to hump her as if a confused raccoon would hump a terrier dog. ---------------------------------- Moulder dropped his pants and pissed all over Linzy whilst hissing like a rabid cat. "I'll get you in the end!" He spat as he drop, covered, and rolled out a nearby window spreading the cloak that was hiding his well toned muscles and abs and farting into the abyss. ---------------------------------- "Blaze... Linzy... my lovers from abroad," Moulder said entering the room in a ravishing fur mink mumu and suspenders to match. He waddled up to Blaze and thrust into her buttocks and then over to Linzy as he grabbed her penis and began to suck on it splendidly, in all transvestite glory. "There was a farmer who had a dog and Bingo was it's name O." Moulder recited, glancing back and forth between Linzy and Blaze to see their reaction at such beautiful poetry he had just willingly recited. "B-I-N-G-O." He continued, looking at them and waiting for the appluse and recognition he knew was his. "B-I-N-G-O." He wiped his sweaty forehead with Linzy's lovehandles and flabby stomach that was hanging out of her full to bursting pants, and swung a non-existent towel over his shoulders of Colonel Shaw, and left saying, "If anyone NEEDS me, I'll be in my trailor polishing my nobel peace prize and emmys." ---------------------------------- "Because I ate his dare," Moulder said daringly coming out from the bush he was relieving himself of. He was almost naked. Almost. He wore a real gorilla chest vest and former gopher-loafers, and a hat. "Like my loafers? Former gophers.." He told them, spinning and landing on Linzy's lap. He wrapped his sexy hairy legs around her and planted a kiss on her vivacious mouth. "Like my hat? 'Twas my cat." He winked at her and and ripped her shirt open which caused him to almost have a heart attack. "My goodness! FAKE BREASTS! Why didn't I smell that?!" |