Lone Gunpad. Frohike is skeptical, especially when he hears this is Jimmy's story. He doesn't want to call Mulder "just yet." I guess Chris Carter doesn't keep these guys in the loop -- Mulder is supposedly dead. I know he isn't though. There are more movies to be made. Langly comes back and says the goo is "udder cream," and that they should "introduce his lubricated butt to the door." Hee! Byers is all believing Adam now, though, because Adam didn't even know about the implant. What is it? Nothing left to do but haul out the homemade MRI machine. As Frohike straps Adam in, Adam says Frohike looks familiar. Noted. On the MRI screen, we see there are wires rigged up to Adam's cerebral cortex. What the?

The Lone Gunvan rolls up in front of the adorable aqua-and-white house from the opening scene. "That's my home," Adam says. Prove it, the gun-dudes say. Adam then describes the actions of each of his neighbors before they do them. The funniest bit is the overweight jogger that can't run more than a block before giving in to his craving for the demon nicotine and lighting up a cigarette. Hello, Cigarette Smoking Man, this is your future. Oh, who am I kidding, he doesn't need to jog. So, Adam says this is his neighborhood, the gun-dudes say it's not and there is no record, "not even a Blockbuster card," proving Adam Burgess even exists. Adam says it's the aliens. Jimmy is like, yeah it is! No, the gun-dudes need proof. Adam again says Frohike looks familiar. Asking Jimmy Gilligan's Island trivia questions as a test, Byers spins a theory that if Adam had seen all of this on television, it would seem as familiar as home to him. So, Byers cuts the power to the aqua-and-white house to avoid being taped themselves, and they all sneak in.

Langly says, "Less talking, more stalking." Hee. They all split up with various meters and equipment. Jimmy wants to do something too. Oy. Byers reluctantly gives him what looks like a metal detector you use to find coins at the beach.

Outside, Frohike is cooling in his leather vest and coat. A little kid rolls by on his bike then wheels around for a second look. I can just tell Frohike loves kids. Not.