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Nick: Ki! Are you okay?!
Fooker: Mugsy Malcontent? Not exactly the assassin I expected...

Ki: Yeah, but I think I broke a nail.
Fooker: Hmm... chronic athlete's foot. He works for Moldfinger, all right.

Nick: What's that horrible smell?
[[Fooker holds up odor eater shoe insert that is curiously ticking]]
Fooker: __Stand back!__ This odor eater is going to explode!