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Clyde Bruckman has died.
(He walks over to the same spot on the carpet where Yappi picked out the victim and the killer having sex.)
MULDER: What is it? What do you see?
CLYDE BRUCKMAN: He's having sex with her. There.
SCULLY: Is he raping her?
CLYDE BRUCKMAN: Oh, no, no, no, not at all. In fact, she's instigating the whole thing.
MULDER: Then what's wrong?
CLYDE BRUCKMAN: Oh...sometimes, it just seems that everyone's having sex except for me.
(He walks over to the same spot on the carpet where Yappi picked out the victim and the killer having sex.)
MULDER: What is it? What do you see?
CLYDE BRUCKMAN: He's having sex with her. There.
SCULLY: Is he raping her?
CLYDE BRUCKMAN: Oh, no, no, no, not at all. In fact, she's instigating the whole thing.
MULDER: Then what's wrong?
CLYDE BRUCKMAN: Oh...sometimes, it just seems that everyone's having sex except for me.
Peter Boyle's final repose...