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Fooker: Just couldn't stay away from ol' James Baud, eh, Agent #12?
Agent #12: Let's get one thing straight, Agent #6...
[[Agent #12 winces]]

Agent #12: I hate you, I despise you, and I generally don't _like_ you. I'm doing this as a personal favor to Amadeus, nothing more.
[[Agent #12 glaring and poking Fooker]]

Agent #12: As the only U.G.A. agent with legal training, I'm the only one who can represent you. If I had _my_ way, you'd be in the electric chair by now.
[[She turns away from Fooker righteously]]

[[Fooker poking Agent #12]]
Fooker: It’s because you think ol' chrome dome is a hottie, ain't it?
Agent #12: [[in a shaky bubble, sagging]] Curse his sexy dome (sigh)...