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Marissa Contrabution to the cause. This is what happens when the conspiracy occurs. The cat, alien, and Bob Marley mutant
sit (no offence to Bob Marley Fans out there), like scouts around a fire, or at least what she tells me is, Mulder's
head. Her cation is above.
My Caption:
When things go bad on the set of Space Ghost Coast
to Coast.
"Mulder, is that Peanut Butter behind your ear?"
"Erm......."
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He swore he could see his life flash before his eyes until he realized that he was stairing at the frescos on the celing.
Title: Paranoid Rambings
Name: Boderick T. S. Chamberlan (sic)
Date: 10/15/02
Spoilers: None
Summary: If Stanley Spidoski (sic) from UHF were an alien abductee
Rating: About a Tv-Pg14
Disclaimer: The angry Dawrf would like to point out that Mr. Chamberlan has never owned the X-Files
and so on and so forth. This work is a piece of comedic fiction. Mr. Chamberlan and/or the Folks at the Angry
Dwarf do not condone violence against the FBI even if they are cute red heads with green eyes. Thank you and Jesus Saves...at
Wal-Mart
It isnt my fault. Im not the one who will hold the blame for this travesty. They
knew what they were getting into when they went in. Well, if they didnt, then
they damn well should have. They are FBI agents after all. They are Big Brother. They should have known that that was
the pick up spot, the warehouse that is. Whenever they signaled me, it was to
that same warehouse.
Sasha knewand thats why she never went
in there! Her pick up was the Chevron station.
It was always to the same warehouse. Theyd call. At night usually. One time they called me during the day butactually that was dusk so it night when I got to the warehouse. The first couple of times I was really amazed by the beautiful lights on the craft,
but after the 10th time, they started getting boring. They werent
at all like the lights from that Spielberg flick.
The table was solid metal, but thankfully
it was never cold. I felt more comfortable being naked on the ship than I ever
did at Dr. Claustros office. And they never tried giving me those brain pills
like that quack did. And the experiments?
They werent that bad. I mean those crackpot sci-fi writers got it all
wrong with their anal probe mumbo jumbo. I was actually pleasant in some ways. About the only invasive thing they did was the implants. 2 of them. One on my forhead and another on the back of the
neck. Maybe one in the palm of my hand.
Maybe
The implants are how they call for me. Anywhere I go they can find me. And I
know why too. I was chosen! When
they take over, only a few of us wont be incinerated. The need us, people like
me and Sasha, because we understand them. Were the welcome wagon of this planet. There are those, though, that
would stand in their way like the agents.
Two of them.. One is a cute redhead
Green Eyes.. she has green eyes.
The other is a guy. Spooky in a way.
It wasnt easy knocking them both out, and thankfully comrade Artzen was here to help me. I wont kill them until they wake up, I owe them both that much. But
when I do kill them I wont shoulder any blame at all. It isnt my fault.
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