Roof Challenged G-People
by Scarlet


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RATING: Harmless - PG.

ARCHIVE: yes.

CLASSIFICATION: Humour. Implied MSR. 

KEYWORDS: XF2 Spoilerfic. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE SO FAR 
AVOIDED ALL X-F2 SPOILERS!!!

DISCLAIMERS: I just can't be expected to read stuff such as: 
"Mulder & Scully = homeless mountain people?" 
on the Haven Spoiler board and stand idly by. 
I have no willpower that way. *hangs head*

Oh and: TWIRLAGATE ALERT!!!

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"Mulder this is my cardboard, don't put mud everywhere."

"Sorry, Scully, I can't take my shoes off anymore. 
The laces are fused to the leather."

"I could do a Y incision."

"On my boots? Isn't that a bit... extreme? "

"I miss my autopsy bay."

"There's a rat back there, if you want."

"Nah, it's not the same."

"Ferret?"

"We ate the last one. Where's my scalpel?"

"Er...the other ferret has it?"

"What other ferret?"

"The one that got away."

"With my scalpel?"

"I was aiming for the left shoulder."

"Ah-Ah. Seriously, Mulder, when I said, 'let's get out of the 
damn car'I didn't mean 'and stay by the roadside for the 
next 10 years'"

"Hey, at least now I can play the banjo."

"Yeah, your rendition of 'Old McDonald Had A Clone Farm' 
always goes down well with the tourists."

"True, plus, now I have what I always wanted."

"Ah, yes, the peg leg."

"I should have listened to you."

"Say it."

"You were right about the gangrene, Scully."

"Good, as long as we're clear on that."

"Hey, Scully, I think we're being watched."

"Again Mulder, it's Mrs. Peacock new Satellite dish. 
Her...well...son, I guess, installed it yesterday. 
This is *not* a tiny mothership."

"I know, I know. Last week she rolled over here and 
showed me her iphone."

"How nice."

"She's been posting Confederate propaganda on YouTube."

"Hmm. She was kicked out of Facebook last month."

"Was she?"

"So she claims. Some misunderstanding about motherly love 
or something..."

"Ah. Actually, I meant these two people over there, by the 
fire hydrant, with the dark overcoats and the sunglasses."

"The black guy and the small brunette?"

"Yep."

"So obvious."

"Rookies."

"Totally."

"What are they doing?"

"I think they're trying to stay warm." 

"Is that why he's showing her how to dance?"

"Probably."

"He's not very good at it, that twirl was all askew."

"Mulder. Why don't you go up there and show him how it's done."

"I might, she looks like she could use a good twirl."

"She looks like she could use a lot of things."

"Scully, you know that all my best moves are for you."

"And yet you step within 2 yards of a slim brunette and I'm left 
twirling in the dust."

"Now, you're just being unfair."

"You want names? Places? Dates? Casefiles numbers?"

"It's all in the past."

"I should hope so, because I can make you even more happy and 
content than you are right now."

"Oh, Sculleeee, have I ever told you how much..."

"I can give you *another* peg leg."

"Hm. I see."

"No more dancing for you then, Pinocchio."

"Scully. I swear on my remaining leg: I only have twirls for you."

"Good."

"Damn. They're coming this way. Lift the cardboard flap! Quick!"

"They're really here for us, aren't they, Mulder?"

"Unless they're here about that rumor I leaked."

"The one about werewolves trafficking human organs?"

"That's the one."

"Gary is still pissed off at you, by the way."

"Well, you have to admit he *is* very hairy for an EMT."

"Mrs Jones attacked him with a silver laddle, last Tuesday."

"Oh, Ok. I'll go and apologize. Look, they're coming this way."

"Oh well, it was nice while it lasted."

"I'll miss my beard."

"I'll miss your beard too."

"And our one sleeping bag."

"Yes, that too."

"Say it, Scully."

"You were right about the body heat thing, Mulder."

"Good. As long as we're clear on this."

"Oh, that we are."

THE END.

*****

Er...sorry? *steps backwards slowly* 

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