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Fooker: Great! I landed face-first in a patch of poison ivy!
Fred: Grace, thy name is Fooker.
Fooker: And now I'm starting to itch!
Fred: Really? Somehow I predicted that would happen...
Fooker: Fred! Give me a hand here!
Fred: I would, but I'm only a semi-gelatinous slime mold. Should I cheer instead?

