Flies crawl over food on the dinner table of the Witter household. Emory Dick walks in the front door, where he's greeted by an angry Principal Witter, who wants to know where the hell he's been! Dinner's on the table! Emory grunts that he's not hungry. Principal Witter bitches that he'll sit at the dinner table until he is hungry! She needs to talk to him! Emory just trudges up to his bedroom and shuts the door.
Emory takes off his coat and flops onto his bed. He reaches for a remote control device, and turns on the stereo. He rolls over on to his back and stares mopily at a wallet-sized photo of Natalie. "You're different from meeeee," the music sings. Principal Witter knocks furiously at Emory's door, yelling at him to open up. He just cranks up the tunes and rolls over and squeezes his eyes shut. It is at this point that my mother would have stormed inside and started waving her finger in my face. As Emory wallows in misery, flies cover the window and ceiling of his room, crawling slowly toward his head.
The lab. Scully's doing the microscope thing, looking at bugs. She glances up when Doggett and Moronica enter the room, telling them that she thinks they've gotten their first real break, thanks to Rocky; all the flies they found in Capt. Dare's mashed plastic skull are female. Doggett wonders how, exactly, this is a break. "Well, what are the chances of that?" Scully retorts, rather sassily. Moronica wonders if "the absence of the male" provides an explanation for the attack, "behaviorally." I know there's a joke in there somewhere, but I'm writing this, making Chex Mix, addressing my holiday cards, and trimming my tree simultaneously, and I just don't have time to find it. You know where I'm going, though, so make your own fun this time. I'll owe you one. So, blah blah blah bugs blah blah; Doggett tells Scully about the incident with Winky at the school, which Scully dismisses as "an aggressive attack of body lice," like, do lice know how to write? Because that's pretty impressive. Doggett asks basically the same question, and Moronica points out that Winky was way too freaked for the stunt to have been staged. By him, anyway. She thinks "someone is directing the biology." Scully wonders how one would direct an insect. Moronica doesn't know, but she and Doggett have been running down a list of witnesses, and they came across someone who was present at each and every Dumb-ass stunt: Emory Dick. Moronica wants to talk to him.