It was a dreary Friday afternoon when Scully walked in on Mulder with his feet up on his desk, layed back in his chair, and eating some SPAM. In disbelief, Scully sighs out loud and gets the attention of the relaxed Mulder.

Mulder looks up at Scully, now standing on the other side of his desk with that "What are you doing" look, and monotonously asks, "May I help you?"

"Nothing better to do today Mulder?" she sniped.

"It's a slow day," he replied, "and I'm just enjoying some lunch and a paper."

"How can you enjoy that? Do they even consider it food?" Scully quipped.

"For your information, it's an excellent luncheon meat and it's made of ham and pork," Mulder explained, "so yes, it is food."

"I'm surprised," she responded. "With a 'luncheon meat' as mysterious as this, I'd expect you to have an alien conspiracy theory for it!"

"I'm glad you brought that up Scully."

"Oh great, here we go again" she exclaimed as she threw her hands in the air.

"Come with me Scully, I'm going to show you just how mysterious SPAM is," he replied as he gets up from his desk and walks over to Scully.

Mulder begins walking out the door and turning out the lights and turns to a Scully in disbelief. "You coming," he asks?

"Where are we going?" she responds.

"I'm going to take you to the Hormel processing plant," he says as he shuts off the light.