Mulder and Scully emerged from the meeting with WW bearing grim looks.
Strangely enough, these changed to maniacal grins as soon as the were out
of sight.
   A cab conveyed the two to Warehouse 23. The pair made sure noone was
watching, and headed to the unused rear of the building. Mulder strode to
a locked dumpster and opened it, revealing....another Scully and Mulder
bound hand and foot.

Mulder1: (the free one) Enjoying yourselves?

Mulder2: Who are you? Aliens? Ghosts? Radioactive Vampire Bureacrats from
the Cloud Nebula?

Scully2: Don't be silly, Mulder. There's a scientific explaination behind
all of this.

Mulder1: Wrong, both of you. I'm Agent Skulder, and this is my partner,
Agent Mully. We're here on a cameo appearence from the FFML mud at ghost.

Mully: No stopping the tide of lemons for you, I'm afraid.

Skulder: Noone can get you out in time to stop us! But he won't; Peter and
us have an understanding.

Scully: Why are you telling us this?

Mully: Just filling in the plot for the readers. Bye now.

(They shut the dumpster and leave.)

Mulder: We're trapped. In a hot, tight, cramped box, with no hope of
anyone finding us for hours! What can we do?

Scully: (seductively) I have an idea, actually...

Mulder: But...oh, what the hell. Let me unfasten that for you....

   Yes, Kun-chan's lemon-fresh influence had struck again.

- Mike of No Particular Title or Handle
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