Moulder and Krychek are sitting in their apartment
watching the Home Shopping Network, and laughing hysterically. The
reason that they can't stop laughing is because the woman on the network
is trying to sell some of her balls. Laundry balls that is.
Moulder: Wow. Look at the size
of those balls! I wish I had at least one good ball like that! How
'bout you Krychek?
Krychek: (Laughing so hard that
his prosthetic arm begins to jounce up and down, constantly hitting
the remote, switching the channel back and forth between the Home
Shopping Network and some guy named Billy Bob Joe fishing in some
silly bog) Nope. Tee-hee-hee. I wish my balls were as big as those.
Tee-hee-hee.
Suddenly, Krychek stops laughing and gets a
horrified look on his face. Moulder, however, continues laughing on
by himself like a stupid jackal.
Krychek: EEEEEEEEEEK!!!
Moulder: What?!?
Krychek: Shclak Madech Phrulindentimenti!
Moulder: Shack n' make fruit indentment?
Krychek: Sp..sp…SPIDER!!!
Moulder: Where! (Moulder jumps
up and begins to jerk his body from left to right trying to find the
spider, and looking like a complete moron in the process)
Krychek: It was so huge and hairy!
It had fangs like you wouldn't believe! It looked at me! It had murder
in its eyes!
Moulder: Where is it?
Krychek: It went under the ta…ta…table.
Moulder walks over to the table and flips it
over. A dark brownish shape runs across the floor in-between Moulder
and Krychek. Moulder and Krychek both scream and run to opposites
sides of the room. They both begin cowering in the fetal position
as the spider begins to make a web between the coffee table and the
couch. Moulder slowly begins to rise and move towards the bathroom
door, but the spider turns to stare at him, forcing Moulder to resume
his previous position.
Krychek: I think it's going to
try and eat us!
Moulder: No. It's actually an alien
insect that has been sent here to silence me. I know too much and
they don't want me to reveal what I know. Look at how it's staring
at me hungrily.
Krychek: No. It's after me. I just
know it.
Moulder: Wait a minute…you're an
alien too! I bet you've been sent here to make sure that the alien
spider does its job! Aren't you!
Krychek: You are a sneaky fellow
aren't you? Trying to make me believe that you're not really an alien
trying to do exactly that!
Moulder: That alien bounty hunter
sent you, didn't he?
Krychek: Bounty hunter? What bounty
hunter?
Moulder: Don't play dumb with me.
I know what it is you're up to. First, you make Scully think that
she isn't really in love with me, and then you befriend me again,
and again. You sneaky little bounty hunter garbage!
Krychek: What are you talking about?
Scully was never in love with you, she was alwa…
Moulder: SHE WAS ALWAYS IN LOVE
WITH ME! SHE WAS JUST TOO SCARED TO ADMIT IT! She does love me…
Krychek: What kind of narcotic
are you taking right now Moulder? What is it that makes you so delusional
as to think that Scully is in love with you? She's really in love
with Skinner. Can't you see that?
Moulder: NO! They're just good
friends who occasionally sleep over at one another's house in the
same room, which also happens to be the bedroom. What's so conspicuous
about that?
Krychek: Well for starters…it's
moving! It's coming over here!
Krychek pulls off his prosthetic arm and begins
hitting the ground, trying to scare off the spider. The spider decides
to change its course and heads for the front door. Krychek breathes
a sigh of relief, until he sees that the spider is weaving a web all
across the doorframe.
Moulder: What are you worried about?
You're little pet spider's going to kill me. You only have to watch.
Krychek: I know the kind of game
you're playing. I am not so naïve as you would take me for, you filthy
alien pig-dog.
Moulder and Krychek continue arguing over who's
really an alien bounty hunter, completely oblivious to the fact that
the spider had woven it's web over almost everything.
Moulder: You're really an alien
bounty hunter out here to get me!
Krychek: Whoa-hah. That's really
rich, considering you weren't even scared of the spider until I acted
like I was!
Moulder: It was next to you, so
you must have just released it!
Krychek: Well why would I have…
Moulder: Shh. Look around Krychek.
There are webs everywhere. Even if I were an alien, why would I have
done all of this? Why wouldn't I just abduct you and then proceed
to skin you alive, drop you into a huge vat of salt, and then douse
you with lemon juice, while you're still alive?
Krychek: So you've thought of how
to kill me already have you? Well we Russians aren't quite the pushovers
you American's and aliens seem to think that we are.
Moulder: I was just being hypothetical
with you. But it seems that you truly are an alien since you seem
to feel so strongly about not being an alien.
Moulder and Krychek both stand up, forgetting
about the spider, and continue fighting, moving closer to one another.
The spider is running frantically around in circles, like a dog chasing
it's own tail, completely confused by all of the yelling and shouting.
Moulder: I'll show you an alien
you stupid, pompous Russian!
Krychek: Don't patronize me with
you're hollowed threats, Squirrel Mildew!
Moulder: Its FOX MOULDER!
Moulder takes a step towards Krychek, when there's
a slight CRUNCH. Moulder and Krychek both look down and see the spider
crushed beneath Moulder's foot.
Krychek: I…I…It was just a normal
house spider. Ha-ha.
Moulder: Sooo…umm…I guess I owe
you an apology.
Krychek: Well…I guess…you know…I
owe you an apology too.
Moulder & Krychek: Sorry for accusing
you of being an alien bounty hunter…That's okay.
Moulder and Krychek give one another a hug.
They each take a step back. They scan the room that is now almost
completely coated in spider web. They give one another a flat look
for a moment, and then set about dismembering the web. After a few
seconds, Moulder cries out and jumps back to his old spot to assume
his fetal position. Krychek looks at him puzzlingly and then looks
where Moulder had just been. He too cries out and returns to his old
position. Suddenly, all of the webs are covered by thousands of small
brown dots running to and fro on the webs.
Moulder: I knew it! You ARE an
alien!
Krychek: NO! I knew that YOU were
an alien.
They continue arguing as the camera slowly zooms
out of the room.
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