DISCLAIMER: The X-Files, Frohike, Langly, Byers, Scully, and Mulder do not belong to me. They are the property of Chris Carter, 1013, and FOX, and possibly some mysterious guy named Ralph who may or may not be a cat. Please, oh please do not sue me. The concept of Incredibly Short Fic belongs to Paul Wartenberg, who is also responsible for the Rules for Incredibly Short Fic, many of which are broken in this story. Rules? Ha! I laugh at rules. Is this disclaimer long enough yet?
SUMMARY: Bwwwahahaha! Incredibly Short Fic lives! In this story, I take the sub-genre of Incredibly Short Fic to new depths, er, heights, namely Lone Gunman HQ.
NOTES: Yeah, I know the "stamp" should be different, but this was what the sign on the door said in Musings of a CSM. *sigh* It's Friday night and I've got nothing better to do than waste bandwith. Somebody want to talk to me? cheezstk@hotmail.com
Incredibly Short Gunmenfic by cheezstk
Lone Gunmen, publishers of "The Magic Bullet" newsletter
Frohike looked at the door the agents had just left through. "What the *hell*?" He looked at Langly. Langly shrugged. He looked at Byers. Byers was just staring at the monitor and shaking his head. "Why the *hell* do they want info on THAT?!?"
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