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[[Fooker throws a snowball past Fleuel]]

[[Fleuel strikes Fooker in the face with a snowball, knocking his glasses off. Sharon watches him from her original position]]

[[Sharon reaches Fooker, who has snow on his face, as Fleuel runs off]]
Sharon: Fooker! Are you okay?
Fooker: Sharon, my love... you must... carry on without me.... everything grows cold... and dark...

[[Sharon adopts a cyncial expression]]
Sharon: You're fine.
Fooker: I would have liked... to have seen... Montana...