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Fred: I can't believe you fell for all that nonsense about jumping in mud and rolling in leaves to stop your itching...
Fooker: Neither can I...

Fooker: At least it worked. I no longer itch anymore. No more poison ivy for me...
Fred: Shhh! What's that noise?

Fooker: It sounds like someone reading poetry... Really BAD poetry...
Fred: Who wrote that trash? A bear?