Mulder cupped Kryceks face gently in his hands, looked deep in his bright glittering eyes and squeaked in a high pitched voice: "Whos my odgie poodgie pooh then? Whos a sweet pretty widdle bubby wubby? Did the big mean Mulder-daddy head butt your poor wickle bullet? Awwww, schnookie kins! Let me kiss it all better, icky wicky fwuffy bun buns "
Krycek shot him. Severely.