From: Brent Dax <brentdax1@earthlink.net>
Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 09:32:57 GMT
Subject: NEW: End of Purity (rated G, Humor, 1/1)

End of Purity
by Brent Dax

<abridged NG notes>
Category: Humor  Rating: G
Summary: Why did the turtle cross the road?  Clue: the answer is the same as
that of, "Why did the alien cross the galaxy?"
Note 1: Short but funny.  If you're a person who believes the X-Files
mytharc is sacrosanct, stop reading.  First time, don't throw anything at it
please...
Note 2: Note the "POWERED BY SLEEP DEPRIVATION" sticker that is on this
story, and realize this is just really weird, okay?  :^)
Dedication: To Darci, best of the best friends.

**BEGIN**

--in space--
The ships slowly drifted towards their target.  Small planet, third from its
star, mostly rock, nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere.  The aliens aboard were
growing excited.  It was about to begin.

--on earth--
It was burning hot, and not just because Mulder had a nasty cold.  Nevada in
the summer was no place to run after a monster, yet he and Scully were doing
just that.  Why?  It was their job.  Why?  Mulder's obsession.  Why?  Stop
asking stupid questions.  Why?  SHEADDUP!!!

/Viva Las Vegas, where you burn half the year and freeze the other half/,
Mulder thought to himself.  Then he saw it.  Him, along with everyone else.

--in space--
The ships had begun the descent.  They would position themselves over major
cities and wait for the job by the people on the ground to be finished.

--on earth--
The ship found its way to its position.  Then the ground crews came aboard.
They carried large tanks of Purity.  They hooked the tanks up to the ship
and started pumping.

In the command center, the pilot looked at one of the gauges.  It was
steadily rising.  When it reached FULL, he signaled the commander.

A couple of the ground crew came up to the command center.  Then they said:
"Thanks for using Shell.  Can we see your credit card, please?"

**END**

I told you it was short, but you didn't want to believe me, huh?  Well, in
any case, feedback is appreciated if sent to brentdax1@earthlink.net.
Flames will be forwarded to Hell, with the addresses attached.  :^)