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The door swings open and in, letting in the tail end of a conversation.

"…wasn't the nicest guy, sure, but Jerry didn't deserve to go like that. Not at the hands of a homicidal talking computer system."

Mulder steps in, long-limbed and languid. His spine straightens as he sees where he is, a keen excitement overtaking his features.

"Scully. Hold the door."

He disappears from the bar again, ducking out of sight. Seconds later he's back, suit jacket abandoned, sleeves rolled back, armed with a camcorder. It looks brand-new but that's relative—it probably came with a manual that looked something like this. He boots it up right away.

"This is it. Evidence of the Bar Abduction Phenomenon." Swivelling the recording end at his partner: "Smile. We're making history."

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Mulder is torn. His determination to capture validating evidence of paranormal phenomena is battling his desire to pat the adorable puppy.

The camera wins.

"You just said 'ow'. You said 'ow', didn't you?"

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Dug rolls onto his feet, peering myopically at the man in front of him with huge, despairing eyes. He takes a hobbling step forwards, limping theatrically on one front paw.

It is probably worth noting that due to the fact Dug fell on his back and is roughly the size, shape, and density of a lead balloon it is unlikely that there is actually anything wrong with said paw. But still! Big fuzzy puppy! Limping! Whining!

"I said ow because I fell and it hurt," Dug explains, hanging his head.

Aww, look at the sad dog.

You should feed it!

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"I saw."

If he doesn't quite sound as sympathetic as he should be, it's because he's busy trying to recall a precedent for giving the Turing test to a canine.

"I think you'll be okay. It didn't look too bad."

[good_dug]

Dug and tests do not mix particularly well, unless the test involves sausages or other delicious food items in some way. Then he rocks at them! He is a super awesome food tester. He will make sure that none of your food is ever poisoned!

Dug whines and limps a little more, mindful for sympathy (and treats or scritches) but when none seems to be forthcoming, he trots up to Mulder, limp magically fixing himself.

There is now a massive nose sniffing at the camera.

"What is that? What is it doing? Why are you using it?"

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He's fogging the lens! Now Mulder's colleagues will never take him seriously.

Oh. Right.

"It's a camera. I'm making a video of the bar so I can prove to people back home that it's real."