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Fred: What's that smell? Did you actually bathe?!
Fooker: Chuck next door is throwing a party.

Fooker: I'm gonna slide right in with my smooth style and charm the ladies. Look out, girls; The Fookinator is about to arrive!

Persephone: My word, Fred! What if he actually... breeds?!
Fred: Not to worry, my pet. We'll never have to worry about that unlikely event...
Fooker: Quiet, you.