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You turn around to find yourself face to face with Mulder
himself. "Hey Gillian," he yells, "I'll be back in a second."
"But David, we have to finis-" "Yeah, okay, bye!" he cuts her off.
David walks you over to what appears to be an abandoned warehouse facility.
Opening the door, a buzzer triggers, and you hear "You are now entering
the utility muffin research kitchen." Hmm. "Whoa!" you exclaim,
as you see what looks like a giant shark on wheels. "What's that?"
you ask David. "I'll tell you later," he says, "get in it for now."
That's it. "No, I refuse to get inside a giant fish." "Well,
you have no choice, " he replies. David opens a door in the shark
(yes, by now you've figured out it's a cleverly designed transportation
device), and gestures for you to go in. "Fine. Sure.
Whatever," you angrily say, as you climb in. He slides in beside
you, fastening his safety belt and starting the engine. "Okay, now
I can explain," David begins. "You can't stay here. None of
us can. This entire area has been designated a Neo-nazi attack hotspot."
Looking at him coolly in disbelief, you smugly frown. "I'm serious,"
he continues, "there's a third World War about to begin. As far as
I know, there are only two possible places we'll be safe." "Why me?"
you ask, "What about Gillian and the rest of population?" Apparently
he doesn't hear you, and the shark-on-wheels shoots out of the warehouse
at lightning speed. "Do you swing?" David asks. "Or do you
prefer circuses?" This is insane. But since you're obviously
in no position to do anything about it, you reply