[Voice]

[ufo_fanboy]

[The voice of Mulder comes on, complete with the sound of him chewing gum.]

If you knew the meaning of existence, but had no way to decipher it, what would you do? Hypothetically. [This whole thing is DRIVING HIM CRAZY. Having the ultimate answer right there just out of reach does that to him.]You know... for all my experience with psychics, the

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[Voice]

[talontrot]

[A rather demure Kazooie is answering this, because she's actually a little intrigued.]

I guess I'd see if anybody else could figure it out. 'Cause there are some brainiacs around here.

I got some pretty weird horoscope-things. I dunno what to do with 'em. [The fact she isn't raging at them indicates she's not her usual self...]

... And whaddya mean about goats?

[Voice]

[ufo_fanboy]

Kazooie? Is that really you? [Mulder is good at picking up this sort of thing. It's odd. But. Then again. This week is destined to be that way.]

The goat was part of my horoscope... it's going to become "increasingly important", apparently. I'm just trying to figure out how exactly.

Hm... I hope none of your horoscopes were particularly dangerous-sounding?

[Voice]

[talontrot]

Nah, nothin' dangerous. Just... weird. And mean, I guess. [She actually sounds sad.]

Guess it's right though. 'Cause my singing really made people mad. So I decided to stop... it must've been pretty bad, huh?

[Voice]

[ufo_fanboy]

Mean? How so?

Hm... I haven't heard it yet, how bad could it be? [...Someday he needs to not be so curious about things.]

[Voice]

[talontrot]

[... Well, you asked for it, Mulder. Still, an almost-shy Kazooie responds:]

... Would ya really want to hear it...?

[Voice]

[ufo_fanboy]

Sure, why not? You're a species of bird, and even though you're from another world entirely, I'd think singing would come pretty naturally to you.

[Voice]

[talontrot]

[In that case...

After a moment, Kazooie begins to sing, quieter than before but still... kind of horribly.

Raucous and harsh, it's not anything one consider musical... definitely reminiscent of gulls.]

... Well, that's, uh... that's it, I guess.

[Voice]

[ufo_fanboy]

[Oh. RIGHT. Not all birds are nice pleasant songbirds, are they? Maybe he should have thought of that, instead... major ornithology fail on his part.]

Ah, that's... unique. Is that uh, song, common to your entire species?

[Voice]

[talontrot]

[Nervously:] Well, uh. I haven't heard too many other breegulls sing before. But... I guess it's pretty close.

[That doesn't really bode well, does it?]

[Voice]

[ufo_fanboy]

[It doesn't bode well at all.]

It does remind me of the gull species in my world... though it's also very distinct, too.

[At least he's trying to be nice about it.]

[Voice]

[talontrot]

[Ironically, he's nicer about it than Kazooie would be if it was somebody else's song.]

... If... if ya say so, I guess. It's probably not too great...

[Voice]

[ufo_fanboy]

Well... I'm sure if you weren't satisfied with it, you could try variations, couldn't you?

[Voice]

[talontrot]

Maybe... I dunno how, though. Never got... taught to sing and stuff...

... Do you know anybody who could... help? [Even as she is, it's a struggle to say that.]

[Voice]

[ufo_fanboy]

Hm... A vocal coach? Choir director? Luceti has plenty of other things here, so maybe there's some kind of a musical representative...

Or I guess there's always just listening to Luceti's bird species.

[Voice]

[talontrot]

The birds here are all different... [She's tried having conversations with them before. They're... one-sided, to say the least.]

... But I could. Just... I've always been better with my kazoo, y'know? Or... so I thought, anyway.

[Voice]

[ufo_fanboy]

You're a kazoo player? I had no idea.

[To be fair, when would that ever randomly come up in conversation?]