What's your mission in life?

To cover up evidence of extraterrestrial presence on earth and help bring about alien colonization of the planet.
To help discover the truth in a strictly legal-rational, scientific way.
To discover the truth about the extraterrestrial presence on earth and prevent alien colonization of the planet.
To be part of an intense government watchdog group (and figure out who really shot JFK).
To save my own ass.
To help other people discover the truth while inwardly I fight my own demons and those of the institution that I work for.
To do my job, and to do it right.
To help discover the truth in a New-Agey, surreal sort of way.

What's do you do on a typical Saturday night?

Deceive, inveigle, and obfuscate (and write political thrillers).
Autopsies, write articles for scientific journals, and argue with my best friend over the existence of extraterrestrials.
Investigate crop circles, play with my fish, watch unmentionable videotapes, and argue with my best friend over the existence of extraterrestrials.
Various and sundry covert operations to discover what the government is really hiding---oh, and eating cheesesteaks.
Polishing my prosthetic limb, stalking my former boss and almost giving him a heart attack for kicks, telling my worst enemy cryptic secrets about what the government is *really* hiding.
Sitting in my office (or at home) wondering where everything went wrong and trying to figure out who keeps leaving burnt out cigarettes in my sink.
Doing whatever it takes to get things done.
Polishing my crystals, playing with my Ouija board, or calling up Ms. Cleo.

You'd most like to marry:

Teena Mulder
Mulder
Scully
Anyone
Marry? God, I don't have time to get married. I'm busy saving my *own* ass!
::sigh:: I *used* to be married, but now I'm alone, and I'm sort of okay with that.
Scully, I mean . . . Reyes.
Doggett.

What's your biggest pet peeve?

When people try to unravel my carefully crafted conspiracies and I have to start all over from the beginning.
When people abduct me.
Smokers.
When the government counters my surveilance technology with more advanced anti-surveilance technology
When people cut off my left arm trying to save me---I can save my own ass!
When people try to give me heart attacks using nanotechnology.
When people try to convince me of things I've already decided not to believe.
When my ex-boyfriend shows becomes one of my bosses.

What are you most likely to say?

"I can kill you whenever I please . . . but not today."
"What I find fantastic is the notion that there are answers beyond the realm of science. The answers are there, you just have to know where to look."
"Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?"
"She's hot."
"I don't like being ditched like someone's bad date."
"This is the part where you pucker up and kiss my ass, you son of a bitch.
"I don't believe this crap."
"No friggin' way."

Your best friend(s) is(are) . . .

Dead now, but used to be one of my fellow conspirators.
Passionate and intuitive.
Smart and rational.
Also government conspiratory nerds.
Friends? I don't have any friends. I'm too busy saving my *own* ass!
Too busy saving the world together to see me very often, but know that they can always come to me for help.
I don't really have one . . . Reyes, I guess, I trust her more than most.
My psychic.

How many kids do you want?

I've already got one, but he's a big disappointment.
A couple, maybe, if I get the opportunity.
I don't know if I can handle kids.
First I need someone to have kids with---priorities, you know.
Kids? What do I want with kids? I'm too busy saving my *own* ass!
Oh, I don't know.
I don't want to talk about it.
As many as Fate will allow.

What's your favorite food?

This isn't a food, but Morley cigarettes---they're better than food.
Tutti-fruitti rice cream.
Sunflower seeds.
Cheesesteaks.
Anything I can get.
Whatever, I'm not picky.
Anything manly.
No meat, I'm thinking about becoming a vegetarian.