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applecameronBlame this on Carene, for making up the line in 10 Thoughts on Writing Realistic Men
I had to stop reading and come over here and jot this down.
She was drenched. Scully squelched when she sat in the seat. If it hadn't been a rental car, he might have said something. But hey, that's what rental cars were for, right?
The town had been small, weird, dangerous in new and absurd ways, with the requisite greasy spoon diner capable of serving only cheeseburgers and fries or chicken fried steak and fries or liver and onions and fries, which pissed his partner off to begin with, only to make matters worse when a local legend turned out to be not-so-legend (Mulder made a mental note that went something like Choctaw, River Monsters, Winston County Local Legends of) after all.
Scully had been not at all happy to almost drown chasing something that by rights, should not exist.
Plus, it was raining
"You know, Scully, it's odd how every damn ethnic legend turns out to be real." He turned the windshield wipers to 'maximum overdrive'. "You know, if monkeys DO start to fly out my butt, I'd hardly be surprised."
Scully had inched up the heater a minute ago, and steam finally began to slowly coil off her coat and hair.
"Mulder?"
He looked out the window, an eternity of greenery whipping past. "Yeah?"
"Shut up and drive."
I had to stop reading and come over here and jot this down.
She was drenched. Scully squelched when she sat in the seat. If it hadn't been a rental car, he might have said something. But hey, that's what rental cars were for, right?
The town had been small, weird, dangerous in new and absurd ways, with the requisite greasy spoon diner capable of serving only cheeseburgers and fries or chicken fried steak and fries or liver and onions and fries, which pissed his partner off to begin with, only to make matters worse when a local legend turned out to be not-so-legend (Mulder made a mental note that went something like Choctaw, River Monsters, Winston County Local Legends of) after all.
Scully had been not at all happy to almost drown chasing something that by rights, should not exist.
Plus, it was raining
"You know, Scully, it's odd how every damn ethnic legend turns out to be real." He turned the windshield wipers to 'maximum overdrive'. "You know, if monkeys DO start to fly out my butt, I'd hardly be surprised."
Scully had inched up the heater a minute ago, and steam finally began to slowly coil off her coat and hair.
"Mulder?"
He looked out the window, an eternity of greenery whipping past. "Yeah?"
"Shut up and drive."