Another Einstein's Folly snippet. This one was inspired by a comment from Jungle Kitty on Dysfunctional!EmotionalWreck!Spock.

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(SPOCK walks into Einstein's Folly and sits down at the bar, next to FOX
MULDER, who is on his fifth drink. BLAIR SANDBURG is nursing a beer on
MULDER's far side.)


SPOCK: Mulder, you are quite inebriated.

MULDER: You'd be inebriated too, if people kept writing you as a basket
case.

SPOCK: They do. Just last week, I apparently transformed into an
insecure neurotic because an alien female desired Jim.

MULDER: I figure if they're going to write me that way, I may as well
turn myself into a basket case.

BLAIR: Don't be such a shit, Mulder. If I thought that way, I'd
be dancing around in flower prints begging my butch roommate to make me
his woman, when we all know what a bottom *he* is.

MULDER: Jim's a bottom?

SPOCK (thoughtfully): Perhaps it's the name.

BLAIR: Yep. He's a bottom.

MULDER: Am I the only one here who's not a top?

SPOCK: I believe that Obi-Wan over there switches.

BLAIR: Wedge Antilles is a bottom, but he doesn't come in here much
anymore. I think he's finally worked through the "my lover is a Jedi
and keeps using the Force as a sex toy" thing.