Langly: Dudes! Agent Mulder, what's up, wild man? Welcome to the land where silicon meets silicone.
Frohike: Can I get you a latte from the bar or perhaps a bottle of designer H20?
Mulder: I don't know about you guys but I'd be checking my shorts for cake.
Frohike: She's packing a flintlock.
Mulder: That ain't all she's packing. Can you print that out for me?
Byers: Ivan must have called him to go in and slay the ninja babe.
Scully: Mulder, why does this game have the effect of reducing grown men back to moony adolescence?
Mulder: (whispering, speechless as he heads for the stairs) That's Daryl Musashi!
(After Musashi has his hands chopped off by Maitreya)
Ivan: What just happened?
Mulder: She cut off his hands.
(Mulder has been looking at the vest. He holds it up against his own chest and looks playfully at Scully.)
Mulder: I've got a birthday coming up.
Mulder: You have to admit, though, Scully this is a pretty amazing piece of technology.
Scully: Yeah, wasted on a stupid game.
Mulder: Stupid?
Scully: Dressing up like high-tech warriors to play a futuristic version of Cowboys and Indians? What kind of moron gets his ya-yas out like that?
(Mulder grins and points proudly at himself.)
Scully: Mulder, what - what purpose does this game serve except to add to a culture of violence in a country that's already out of control?
Mulder: Who says it adds to it?
Scully: You think that taking up weapons and creating gratuitous virtual mayhem has any redeeming value whatsoever? I mean, that the testosterone frenzy that it creates stops when the game does?
Mulder: That's rather sexist, isn't it? I mean, maybe the game provides an outlet for certain impulses, that it fills a void in our genetic makeup that the more civilizing effects of society failed to provide for.
Scully: Well, that must be why men feel the great need to blast the crap out of stuff.
Mulder: Well, testosterone frenzy or no the only suspect we have in this man's murder is a woman.
Scully: For the record, can you state your name, please?
Jade Blue Afterglow: For the record again, my name is Jade Blue Afterglow. I reside . . .
Scully: I'm sorry. Your real name?
Jade Blue Afterglow: That is my real name. What were you expecting? Mildred?
Mulder: . . . That you murdered two men. One with a 14th century broadsword and the other with a flintlock pistol.
Jade Blue Afterglow: Oh. You must have had me confused with my sister -- Xena, Warrior Princess.
(Jade Blue Afterglow gets up, picks up her coat and "sways" out of the room, passing the line of officers. Mulder sits in the chair that she just vacated and sighs. He leans to his right to get a better view of Jade Blue Afterglow as she leaves, but Scully faces him and leans to her left, blocking his view. Very cute. He gives up.)
Mulder: I don't know about you, Scully, but I am feeling the great need to blast the crap out of something.
Computerized Voice: 9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Engage.
(Camera pans up to show Mulder in full combat gear. Including very large cod-piece and big gun and dark sunglasses. He is holding a very large blaster. His arms are *very* nice.)
Mulder: Bring it on.
Phobe: What is he doing?
Scully: He's getting his ya-yas out.
Mulder: Hey. (He lowers the gun and smiles charmingly at Maitreya.) I bet you think you're going to kick my butt up and down the block.
(Maitreya kicks his gun out of his hands.)
Mulder: Okay.
Mulder: Whoa! Stop right there!
(Maitreya whips out the pistols. Mulder drops his sword to the ground.)
Mulder: That's not really fair, is it?
(Maitreya multiplies. There are now five of her.)
Mulder: Well, that's just cheating.
(Mulder and Scully, exhausted, are lying on their backs. They both have yellow paint marks on their chests. They sit up and Mulder smiles.)
Mulder: (happily) That's entertainment!
Mulder: (voiceover) We came, we saw, we conquered. And if the taste of victory is sweet the taste of virtual victory is not Sweet 'N Low, nor the bullets made of sugar. Maybe past where the imagination ends our true natures lie, waiting to be confronted on their own terms. Out where the intellect is at war with the primitive brain in the hostile territory of the digital world where laws are silent and rules disappear in the midst of arms. Born in anarchy with an unquenchable bloodthirst we shudder to think what might rise up from the darkness.
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