"Think it would be better if she were," Mulder replied. At least he'd have someone that he knew he could get along with. And he wouldn't be going throuh so many pencils. At this rate, it wouldn't be too long until the entire ceiling had pencils stuck in it.
"Hope you do," he said, taking another drink and handing the bottle back to her. God, it was nasty stuff. At least he thought so, due to his tolerance.