“Mulder, what are we doing here?” “C’mon, Scully, there’s a zombie army around here, somewhere. Aren’t you the least bit curious about finding it?”
	“A dozen missing bodies, inconclusive physical evidence, and strange locals do not lead directly to an army of…Oh, my, what is THAT?
	“Looks like more of that inconclusive evidence, Scully. Hey, look here!”
	“This tattoo. This is the body of the missing farrier. But what has happened to his corpse?” “More to the immediate point, how did it get HERE?”
	“It walked here, genius. That’s what zombies do. That and tear people apart to eat their brains. Not a long resume, but they do have their uses.”
	“Scully, it’s the owner of that bookstore I was telling you about, the witch.”
	“Witch? Not quite the word I would have used. Miss, have you been involved with murder, evidence tampering, grave robbing and/or dangerously extensive cosmetic surgery?”
	“Watch it, Red, or I’ll have these guys check your roots one their way down to your brain! Now, tiptoe away from my recruit, and no one…well, I can’t really promise that no one gets hurt…”
	“Miss, can you explain any of things that appear to have been going on, preferably without reference to shamanism, voodun or any other nonsense?”
	“You watch Star Wars movies and complain about the physics, don’t you? And you work every day with people packing heat? I wonder why no one has shot you yet.”
	“As you said, she has her uses. I don’t suppose there’s any chance that you’re collecting these corpses to return them to their proper burial site? Or staging a very off-Broadway production of Les Miserable?”
	“Mulder! Scully! You’ve got to get out of here before she turns you into zombies. You’re the only ones who can stop her. I’ll cover your escape, but we need to rendervous and coordinate! I’ll find you! I’ll explain everything, then, just GO!”
	“Hey, it’s the Mayor of Aspen!” “No, I thought it was the Governor of American Samoa!”
	“Oh, come ON! A smoking know-it-all insider inciting upheaval and sowing confusion without visibly advancing the plot beyond tantalizing references to promised disclosures that may or may not materialize? Do you guys belong to some sort of Guild?!”
	“Can I get up, now?”
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