[Mulder sets aside the journal for now, attention fully caught by Oswald's shouting. He looks somewhat curiously at the fruit, as soon as his appetite returns more he'll undoubtedly be digging in. He still looks rather sickly, but his humor at least hasn't been effected.]
Like I belong in a frozen foods package. At least I'm here and not still being a personal guinea pig?
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Like I belong in a frozen foods package. At least I'm here and not still being a personal guinea pig?