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[[Agent #12 and Fooker sit at a table filled with books and papers. Agent #12 is holding her head in exasperation.]]
Agent #12: At this rate, our best hope would be to enter an insanity plea...
Fooker: How's this?

[[Fooker throws his hands in the air and sticks his tongue out.]]
Fooker: BLWAHH...
Agent #12: ?!

[[Agent#12 gets up from her chair and heads towards the door.]]
Fooker: Not enough drool?
Agent #12: Call me when you reach a 12-year-old's maturity level...