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Fooker: Quick, Fred! This poison ivy is killing me! What do I do?
Fred: Jump into that muddy bog over there.

[[Fooker in mud: <<SPLOOSH!>>]]
Fred: Now roll in that pile of decaying leaves...

Fooker: Is all this supposed to stop this terrible itching?
Fred: No, but it'll be a great story to tell Persephone when we get home...