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Fooker: C'mon, Ki! You'd be perfect as my "Moral crutch" while I try and quit drinking.
Ki: I said you'd need a friend for that. I'm NOT your friend.

Fooker: Look, all my "friends" drink. They wouldn't be much help. You hate me enough to kick me in the gonads if I screw up. It's a perfect match!
Ki: OUT of the question.

Fooker: I can get your a job. Do your programming homework. Remove your disk quota. Name your price...
Ki: Keep talking...