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Fooker: Dex... are you okay?
[[Dexter frowns after retreating Nega-Dexter]]
Dexter: ... Yeah. Just... mad at myself.

Justin: We're wasting time. How are we going to find Nick and the others in ten minutes?
Fooker: If only our equipment weren't being jammed...

Fooker: Dex... you look like you're thinking of something...
Dexter: Do you think you can walk on your own?
[[Dexter is staring over at one of the unconscious armored guards]]
Fooker: Yeah.

Dexter: "Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?"
Justin: What?
Fooker: Dex, you're a genius.