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Date Posted: 22:15:14 05/18/02 Sat
Author: Rabid, tapping her glass
Subject: There is a sharp sound of tapping on glass...
In reply to: detoured, sobbing in Mulder's grey shirt getting it all wet 's message, ":-(...That's all I can say...:-(" on 17:24:22 05/18/02 Sat

...and the eyes of the Shippervillian's turn toward the sweater-setted Librarian who is currently attached to CW via two long strands of yarn and some lethal looking knitting needles(uhm...but never mind that)...

"I purpose a toast to...gahk...t-to-uhk...to," Rabid chokes, clears her throat and tries again...she is obviously trying to get something difficult out, "to...CC!" she says ultra quickly and then chases the word with a huge slug of Rootbeer. After wiping the foam mustache off her upper lip with one hand she mutters, "There...I said it!"

"And I purpose we start a drinking game," KS suggests.

"A what?", "What sort?" a few voices ask.

"Everytime someone in the finale refers back to a favorite episode on Sunday night...everyone take a deep quaff of rootbeer."

"What about a favorite character?" Kande mumbles.

"Well," KS says, eyeing her sister with apprehension, "Sure...why not? Kirsch or CSM or Krycek or X or someone like that...but I wouldn't advise it for you Sis...I mean do you think your kidneys can take it?"

"I could take itty-bitty, little sips," kande says, "to help dull the pain of...no more slinky Scully outfits...no more authoritative gun handling or too high heels...no more luscious...POUTY SCULLY LIPSAHHARAAARRRRRGGHHHH!" Kande, flails about screaming and tearing at her hair.

"Look out, she's going to blow," Bubba signs, frantically.

"CLEAR!" bellows Aunt Madge like an ER doctor with shock paddles...the collected Shippervillians turn toward the old lady's voice and find she is leveling a tranq-rifle at the Klub Owner. Everyone hits the deck just as the shot is fired.

Luckily, Aunt Madge(doctor, real estate agent, Silver Medalist in the 1930 Olympic Biathlon) manages to hit Kande with a sedative from across the room. KS(assassin and closet needle-phobic) immediately faints at the sight of a SIX INCH DART twanging in her sister's shoulder. Both KS and Kande fall and a quick thinking JD(Father, Military Man, Steely-eyed Skeptic) does a light yet masculine two step and catches the falling Sisters...one in each arm. He settles Kande gently to the floor and then whisks KS up into his patent-pending ROADRUNNERS' "I'm the man her little lady" ARMS!

Rabid gets a tear in her eye as she realizes that NOW she will NEVER get to truly know the Essential Manliness that is JD.

Rabid/Raeann

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