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Fred: Never mind the argument! We need to get you out of this poison ivy fast!
Fooker: Maybe if I walk extra carefully...

[[Fooker trips, sending Fred flying]]
Fooker: Oops...

[[Fooker has landed face first in the poison ivy. Fred is on top of Fooker's boot and so out of the poison ivy.]]
Fooker: Or... I could just accept fate and dive straight into the mouth of danger.
Fred: You're a real klutz, you know that?