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[[Fred and Trent are in a hallway the GPF Software offices. Trent is holding an Ultra Soaker filled with bleach]]
Fred: Grr... That's it! I've had it with your infantile antics, Trent! That thing could have killed me!
Trent: Bah. It's just bleach.

Fred: Just bleach?! To me, it's just as bad as concentrated acid! Your "pranks" are gambling with my life, and I'm not going to take it anymore!

Trent: Oh, yeah? Well, what are you gonna do about it, Slimer?
Fred: I'm going to file a complaint with Dwayne, accusing you of species harassment.

Trent: You have got to be kidding...
Fred: We'll see who's kidding when it comes time for your next raise...