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[[Meanwhile, in the depths of Trent's nose!]]
Trent: sNoRe...

Schnozican leader: *FELLOW SCHNOZICANS!* For many a season we have dwelled in the nose of Trent. Prospering, *EXPANDING, making his nose grow to *RIDICULOUS PROPORTIONS!* But now, the Great Trent has been struck down, *DEFEATED!* By a massive sentient snot monster! His future is *FAR* too uncertain, and for our safety, we must *MIGRATE!*

Schnozican: But *WHERE*, oh Nosemaster? Where shall we go? Where *CAN* we go?!

Schnozican leader: *FEAR NOT!* For I have located a suitable host, complete with *POINTY NOSE* and *RED HAIR!*

[[The next morning!]]
Trent: Hey, my nose sewelling's gone down! Things are *LOOKING UP!*

[[Later, at GPF!]]
Fooker: Sharon, I'm going to ask you one last time; Did you, or did you *NOT* delete my "Women of the U.G.A" screensaver?!
Sharon: I didn't!
<<VWHOOOP!>>

Fooker: Ha! I *KNEW* you were lying!