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Fred: Have you heard the news, my darling Persephone? A poor woman is moving into the apartment next door!
Fooker: ?
Persephone: The poor girl! She'll never survive in this environment!

Fooker: Waitaminute... You named the slime mold that budded off of you after the greek goddess of the underworld?
Fred: Ah, yes, Persephone...

Fred: A beautiful woman stolen away from the world of light to live in the squalor of the realm of the dead... Somehow, I found the analogy appropriate...
Persephone: Isn't Fred so romantic?